Catherine Gigante-Brown

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

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.

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

I left Cuba in 1949, when I was 11 years old. Back then, I didn't understand why my mother sent me away. I still don't.

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

Like if she steals from you — cash or a boyfriend. Or does something illegal she wants you to be a part of — or lie about. I draw the line at felonies (sometimes even misdemeanors) and you probably should, too.

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?

Why, when I'm cool with being a salt-and-pepper chick, does it so clearly unnerve others?

I try. I really do. But whenever I attempt to embrace my husband Peter’s Cuban culture, I always screw up.