Catherine Gigante-Brown

You realize pretty soon that everything other than cancer — i.e. missing a train, being late to your dentist appointment — is no biggie compared to the suck factor of chemo.

Like if she steals from you — cash or a boyfriend. Or does something illegal she wants you to be a part of — or lie about. I draw the line at felonies (sometimes even misdemeanors) and you probably should, too.

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

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

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

I try. I really do. But whenever I attempt to embrace my husband Peter’s Cuban culture, I always screw up.

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.

Alas, I am the lone female in a house full of men. Only two men, but they take up a lot of space.

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.

Anne Lamott's Operating Instructions wasn't your typical cutesie baby fare. It was raw, real—and unabashedly funny.