Catherine Gigante-Brown

I’m a firm believer that Tiny Kindnesses can change the world, one sweet, loving gesture at a time.

The overinflated American work ethic is slowly killing us. It’s constantly pushing us to do more — put in longer hours, check business emails on personal time, take calls from our bosses when we’re chilling in Cancun.

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.

My husband and I agreed: raising a child with an independent spirit who made decisions for himself was a good thing.

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?

Alexa is like a nosy neighbor: She’s always listening. That’s how she can respond when you ask her to do something. So, when you’re getting busy on the kitchen counter — Alexa’s listening. When you’re telling Capital One the last four digits of your SSN — Alexa’s listening. And who knows who else is.

herbalist. shiatsu practitioner. healer.

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

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

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