Catherine Gigante-Brown

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

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.”

I realized my father was from a generation that never said those three little words. He was saying he loved me without them. But I didn't realize it then.

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

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

We’ve pieced ourselves back together in a patchwork quilt of ragged emotions. The aftermath of 9/11 wasn’t easy for us, yet it was much easier than for some. People standing 50 feet away from Peter didn’t come home that night; he did.

herbalist. shiatsu practitioner. healer.

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.

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.