Catherine Gigante-Brown

The Ultimate Counter Culture Diva

To the tattoo artist, I was a flesh canvas that she could transform into something beautiful.

Upset you lost your keys? Try losing your breast. Pissed off about missing that train? Try missing your son’s 8th grade graduation because of a horrific infection from fluid buildup in the previously-mentioned missing breast. See what I mean? It kind of puts life into perspective.

I try. I really do. But whenever I attempt to embrace my husband Peter’s Cuban culture, I always screw up.

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

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.

erotic. intimate. unapologetic.

Alexa is like a nosy neighbor: She’s always listening. That’s how she can respond when you ask her to do something. So, when you’re getting busy on the kitchen counter — Alexa’s listening. When you’re telling Capital One the last four digits of your SSN — Alexa’s listening. And who knows who else is.

I’m sure you’ll find it a delicious and well-stocked place. There are just a few rules

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