Catherine Gigante-Brown

I asked a handful of women: why are people so scared of ladyparts?

I realized my father was from a generation that never said those three little words. He was saying he loved me without them. But I didn't realize it then.

The santero sent us off with a shopping list of ite

" Sure enough, the doorbell rang one early June day and there she was: curvy, seductive body, smooth black skin, bright blue eyes."

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

At the New York City release party for Dayna Kurtz’ latest, Rise and Fall, my friend Nadia leaned over to me and whispered, “Why the fuck

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

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.

I dreaded putting him back on Concerta in the fall but I knew I had to. Or did I?

That’s the thing about being a breast cancer survivor — it’s always there: it never goes away. The scars, the fear that lurks in the back of your mind like a boogeyman. You’re going along nicely, living your merry life, and you’re fine, until you’re not.