Catherine Gigante-Brown

I thought cancer was behind me. Until I had a weird pain near my left ovary which lasted for several days. It felt a lot like ovulation...Only, at 56, that train had left the station a long time ago.

Although I tried to convince myself that I wasn't racist, if the truth were told, I didn't like Muslims. Especially after 9/11.

As a breast cancer survivor, the worst day of the year is when I go for my mammogram. True, nobody actually likes mammos, but I’ve been bitten by one. On the way to my annual squishing, I realized that I have a bunch of coping strategies.

A midtown Manhattan studio was recently the site of liberation-both on and offscreen-when Shenshean

I’m boycotting you until you start recognizing breast cancer survivors like me by carrying mastectomy bras.

If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?

Who says feminists don't love alpha males and cooking?

I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.

Wrinkles or lifelines? Chunky or curvaceous? The choice is yours.

From New York to LA, this lady knows a good story.