Catherine Gigante-Brown

We’ve pieced ourselves back together in a patchwork quilt of ragged emotions. The aftermath of 9/11 wasn’t easy for us, yet it was much easier than for some. People standing 50 feet away from Peter didn’t come home that night; he did.

Even when I explained to my son that he came from a long line of short people, it didn’t help. David still felt bad about being small. How could a five-year-old possibly get this type of size-shaming message? From other people, mostly insensitive adults. They gave him the idea that bigger was somehow better.

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

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

Re-imagining the cervix, preserving the earth, facing breast cancer a whole new way…Annie Sprinkle’s wisdom abounds. “Life is a performance art piece,” she said...

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.

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

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

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.