Catherine Gigante-Brown

Even when I explained to my son that he came from a long line of short people, it didn’t help. David still felt bad about being small. How could a five-year-old possibly get this type of size-shaming message? From other people, mostly insensitive adults. They gave him the idea that bigger was somehow better.

" Sure enough, the doorbell rang one early June day and there she was: curvy, seductive body, smooth black skin, bright blue eyes."

I dreaded putting him back on Concerta in the fall but I knew I had to. Or did I?

Why, when I'm cool with being a salt-and-pepper chick, does it so clearly unnerve others?

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

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

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.

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

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

It sounded too good to be true: comfortable, attractive bra inserts for breast cancer survivors like me. I got on the computer, checked out their website, and immediately put in for one.