Catherine Gigante-Brown

"Sometimes David wore his hair spiked like a cockscomb. Others, he wore it feathery like a baby chick. He wore his Mohawk to summer camp (exchanging encouraging head chucks with another older camper who sported one, too) and even to Vacation Bible School—no judgment there."

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

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.

Wrinkles or lifelines? Chunky or curvaceous? The choice is yours.

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

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

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

Mindel and Maria were young teenagers when the horrors occurred—but they remembered the tiniest details with crystal-clear intensity.

8. Educate, don’t fixate.

It sounded too good to be true: comfortable, attractive bra inserts for breast cancer survivors like me. I got on the computer, checked out their website, and immediately put in for one.