Catherine Gigante-Brown
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Catherine Gigante-Brown Articles
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.
Read...herbalist. shiatsu practitioner. healer.
Read...Content Notice: Death
Read...raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.
Read...Were you going to run into that cute guy John Williams on the way home? Would you see Anne Marie by the lockers and sort out what to do for the weekend? It was hit-or-miss, and that was the beauty of it. The breath-holding chance of it all. Now, our kids’ friends are as close as a keyboard stroke away. It’s too easy.
Read...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?
Read...In the photograph, my great-grandmother, Margarita Cirigliano, is sitting at a small table on the front porch of the family home in Borough Park, Brooklyn.
Read...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.
Read...What Stephen didn’t know –– what no one knew –– was how weak my knees grew when I pushed through the swinging doors of the ICU.
Read...I saw my present mother-in-law in a whole new light the first time she held my newborn son.
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