Catherine Gigante-Brown

I left Cuba in 1949, when I was 11 years old. Back then, I didn't understand why my mother sent me away. I still don't.

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

I thought cancer was behind me. Until I had a weird pain near my left ovary which lasted for several days. It felt a lot like ovulation...Only, at 56, that train had left the station a long time ago.

8. Educate, don’t fixate.

A midtown Manhattan studio was recently the site of liberation-both on and offscreen-when Shenshean

"Bring over a meal—and leave. Breakfast, lunch or dinner, from soup to nuts. And coffee. Plenty of coffee."

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

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

The office cubicle is indeed a strange bird. Here's how to survive life in a box without driving you—or your office mates—crazy.

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.