Catherine Gigante-Brown

At the New York City release party for Dayna Kurtz’ latest, Rise and Fall, my friend Nadia leaned over to me and whispered, “Why the fuck

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

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

A new U.S. Preventive Services Task Force recommendation on mammograms ensures more women will die of breast cancer.

To the tattoo artist, I was a flesh canvas that she could transform into something beautiful.

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

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

From New York to LA, this lady knows a good story.

"Sometimes David wore his hair spiked like a cockscomb. Others, he wore it feathery like a baby chick. He wore his Mohawk to summer camp (exchanging encouraging head chucks with another older camper who sported one, too) and even to Vacation Bible School—no judgment there."

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