Catherine Gigante-Brown

herbalist. shiatsu practitioner. healer.

The heartbreaking saga of a 14-year-old Black prostitute who was murdered in cold blood by her (maybe) pimp on Christmas Eve in 1900 Savannah.

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.

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

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.

TCM (traditional Chinese medicine) has been around for at least five centuries –– there’s got to be something to it.

Content Notice: Death

Although I tried to convince myself that I wasn't racist, if the truth were told, I didn't like Muslims. Especially after 9/11.

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

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