Catherine Gigante-Brown

BCBs are loud and proud and refuse to go down easy. And quietly. We have things to say. We have things to teach. We still have life to live. And damn it, we are and we will. With one breast. With no breasts. With reconstruction surgery.

A midtown Manhattan studio was recently the site of liberation-both on and offscreen-when Shenshean

I fumbled with my lace bra, hoping my silicone form wouldn't fall out from the left cup. I wasn't exactly ready . . . yet I was.

Who says feminists don't love alpha males and cooking?

Having someone steal my cancer history and co-opt it for their first-person Facebook blog is unbelievably violating. Somehow, it feels almost as invasive as my mastectomy.

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

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

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.

"Remember, this isn’t just happening to you, it’s happening to moms everywhere. It’s not your fault — "

The santero sent us off with a shopping list of ite