Catherine Gigante-Brown

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

Like if she steals from you — cash or a boyfriend. Or does something illegal she wants you to be a part of — or lie about. I draw the line at felonies (sometimes even misdemeanors) and you probably should, too.

I’m boycotting you until you start recognizing breast cancer survivors like me by carrying mastectomy bras.

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

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.

I sat obediently in her chair atop four ancient copies of the Yellow Pages. Crossing my fingers, I prayed Catholic schoolgirl prayers.

The office cubicle is indeed a strange bird. Here's how to survive life in a box without driving you—or your office mates—crazy.

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

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.

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