Catherine Gigante-Brown
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At first, I felt like an abandoned ten-year-old, dropped off at a remote summer camp—with the extra added attraction of no cell phone reception or Wi-Fi. I thought the hardest part of the weekend was going to be picking out a robe. Boy, was I wrong!
Read...If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?
Read...You realize pretty soon that everything other than cancer — i.e. missing a train, being late to your dentist appointment — is no biggie compared to the suck factor of chemo.
Read...I sat obediently in her chair atop four ancient copies of the Yellow Pages. Crossing my fingers, I prayed Catholic schoolgirl prayers.
Read...I was 21 –– a Catholic, heterosexual college student, living at home in Brooklyn and still trying to discover who I was. At the crossroads of her life, Lorde knew exactly who she was. She was waging a war against cancer and sharing an old house in Staten Island with her kids and partner. But maybe we weren’t so different after all.
Read...I realized my father was from a generation that never said those three little words. He was saying he loved me without them. But I didn't realize it then.
Read...The Daily News quoted one painted lady as saying, “People come up to us sometimes and say what we do is disgusting,” she said. “But what is disgusting about the female body? They shield their kids sometimes, and I think, ‘Kids come from the female body.’”
Read...I asked a handful of women: why are people so scared of ladyparts?
Read...Why do we venerate individuality in adults but condemn it in children?
Read...You learn a lot about people when you live in their home. The Taylors seemed to lead a joyless, Spartan existence.
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