Catherine Gigante-Brown

The Ultimate Counter Culture Diva

At the New York City release party for Dayna Kurtz’ latest, Rise and Fall, my friend Nadia leaned over to me and whispered, “Why the fuck

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.

We’ve pieced ourselves back together in a patchwork quilt of ragged emotions. The aftermath of 9/11 wasn’t easy for us, yet it was much easier than for some. People standing 50 feet away from Peter didn’t come home that night; he did.

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.

What Stephen didn’t know –– what no one knew –– was how weak my knees grew when I pushed through the swinging doors of the ICU.

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

You learn a lot about people when you live in their home. The Taylors seemed to lead a joyless, Spartan existence.

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

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