Catherine Gigante-Brown

Alas, I am the lone female in a house full of men. Only two men, but they take up a lot of space.

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

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.

Food can be more than nourishing; it can be healing.

All bets were off after 9/11. In a twisted way, it proved to me that worry was fruitless. No one ever saw the terrorist attacks coming.

Candida Royalle pretty much invented couples erotica. She made it socially-acceptable. Respectable. The women in her films looked like real women and had real, comfortable female bodies. And her movies actually had stories. Good stories. She hired her friends—adult legends like Annie Sprinkle, Veronicas Hart and Vera, and Gloria Leonard — to create Femme films too.

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.

The santero sent us off with a shopping list of ite

I fumbled with my lace bra, hoping my silicone form wouldn't fall out from the left cup. I wasn't exactly ready . . . yet I was.

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