Catherine Gigante-Brown

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I asked a handful of women: why are people so scared of ladyparts?

herbalist. shiatsu practitioner. healer.

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

In the photograph, my great-grandmother, Margarita Cirigliano, is sitting at a small table on the front porch of the family home in Borough Park, Brooklyn.

Having someone steal my cancer history and co-opt it for their first-person Facebook blog is unbelievably violating. Somehow, it feels almost as invasive as my mastectomy.

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

"Remember, this isn’t just happening to you, it’s happening to moms everywhere. It’s not your fault — "

Food can be more than nourishing; it can be healing.

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.