Catherine Gigante-Brown

I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.

After I got over the initial devastation, I pulled myself up by my big-girl panties and got on with it. Chemo was no picnic—but it was do-able.

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.

The overinflated American work ethic is slowly killing us. It’s constantly pushing us to do more — put in longer hours, check business emails on personal time, take calls from our bosses when we’re chilling in Cancun.

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

"I was afraid this thing was going to do me in. But I took a deep breath and decided very early on that I would face cancer on my own terms."

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

Being a little bit chubby is better than being a lot dead.

I’m sure you’ll find it a delicious and well-stocked place. There are just a few rules

You learn a lot about people when you live in their home. The Taylors seemed to lead a joyless, Spartan existence.