Catherine Gigante-Brown

The office cubicle is indeed a strange bird. Here's how to survive life in a box without driving you—or your office mates—crazy.

After I got over the initial devastation, I pulled myself up by my big-girl panties and got on with it. Chemo was no picnic—but it was do-able.

I sat obediently in her chair atop four ancient copies of the Yellow Pages. Crossing my fingers, I prayed Catholic schoolgirl prayers.

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

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

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

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...

The Ultimate Counter Culture Diva

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

Upset you lost your keys? Try losing your breast. Pissed off about missing that train? Try missing your son’s 8th grade graduation because of a horrific infection from fluid buildup in the previously-mentioned missing breast. See what I mean? It kind of puts life into perspective.