Catherine Gigante-Brown

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.

Content Notice: Death

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.

That’s the thing about being a breast cancer survivor — it’s always there: it never goes away. The scars, the fear that lurks in the back of your mind like a boogeyman. You’re going along nicely, living your merry life, and you’re fine, until you’re not.

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

“It’s almost as though this niche was patiently waiting for us to find it.”

erotic. intimate. unapologetic.

A new U.S. Preventive Services Task Force recommendation on mammograms ensures more women will die of breast cancer.

I saw my present mother-in-law in a whole new light the first time she held my newborn son.

Makeup and I have always had a love/hate relationship: I love it; it hates me.