Catherine Gigante-Brown

At first, I felt like an abandoned ten-year-old, dropped off at a remote summer camp—with the extra added attraction of no cell phone reception or Wi-Fi. I thought the hardest part of the weekend was going to be picking out a robe. Boy, was I wrong!

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

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.

The hell with his elaborate metaphors and rhetorical phrases. Iambic pentameter is cruel and unusual punishment.

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

Re-imagining the cervix, preserving the earth, facing breast cancer a whole new way…Annie Sprinkle’s wisdom abounds. “Life is a performance art piece,” she said...

erotic. intimate. unapologetic.

When David was about 12, he told me that he wanted to take the train to school alone. My gut reaction was, “No way in hell!” I mean, we live in a safe neighborhood and all, but David has ADHD and was easily distracted. What if he missed his stop? What if someone messed with him?

Who says feminists don't love alpha males and cooking?

I’m boycotting you until you start recognizing breast cancer survivors like me by carrying mastectomy bras.