Catherine Gigante-Brown

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.

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.

Content Notice: Death

I’m sure you’ll find it a delicious and well-stocked place. There are just a few rules

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

If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?

Why do we venerate individuality in adults but condemn it in children?

"I was afraid this thing was going to do me in. But I took a deep breath and decided very early on that I would face cancer on my own terms."

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

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