Catherine Gigante-Brown

The santero sent us off with a shopping list of ite

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

Were you going to run into that cute guy John Williams on the way home? Would you see Anne Marie by the lockers and sort out what to do for the weekend? It was hit-or-miss, and that was the beauty of it. The breath-holding chance of it all. Now, our kids’ friends are as close as a keyboard stroke away. It’s too easy.

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

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"Bring over a meal—and leave. Breakfast, lunch or dinner, from soup to nuts. And coffee. Plenty of coffee."

I know it’s not a politically correct one, but I’ve got a confession to make: earth-friendly hotels stink. There, I said it.

The Ultimate Counter Culture Diva

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

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