Catherine Gigante-Brown

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?

A new U.S. Preventive Services Task Force recommendation on mammograms ensures more women will die of breast cancer.

Makeup and I have always had a love/hate relationship: I love it; it hates me.

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

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

I sat obediently in her chair atop four ancient copies of the Yellow Pages. Crossing my fingers, I prayed Catholic schoolgirl prayers.

8. Educate, don’t fixate.

I fumbled with my lace bra, hoping my silicone form wouldn't fall out from the left cup. I wasn't exactly ready . . . yet I was.

Content Notice: Death

As a breast cancer survivor, the worst day of the year is when I go for my mammogram. True, nobody actually likes mammos, but I’ve been bitten by one. On the way to my annual squishing, I realized that I have a bunch of coping strategies.