Catherine Gigante-Brown

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

I saw my present mother-in-law in a whole new light the first time she held my newborn son.

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

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

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.

Content Notice: Death

I know it’s not a politically correct one, but I’ve got a confession to make: earth-friendly hotels stink. There, I said it.

I was 21 –– a Catholic, heterosexual college student, living at home in Brooklyn and still trying to discover who I was. At the crossroads of her life, Lorde knew exactly who she was. She was waging a war against cancer and sharing an old house in Staten Island with her kids and partner. But maybe we weren’t so different after all.

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.

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.