Catherine Gigante-Brown
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Catherine Gigante-Brown Articles
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.
Read...Makeup and I have always had a love/hate relationship: I love it; it hates me.
Read...Alas, I am the lone female in a house full of men. Only two men, but they take up a lot of space.
Read...I try. I really do. But whenever I attempt to embrace my husband Peter’s Cuban culture, I always screw up.
Read...I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.
Read...Alexa is like a nosy neighbor: She’s always listening. That’s how she can respond when you ask her to do something. So, when you’re getting busy on the kitchen counter — Alexa’s listening. When you’re telling Capital One the last four digits of your SSN — Alexa’s listening. And who knows who else is.
Read...To the tattoo artist, I was a flesh canvas that she could transform into something beautiful.
Read...As a breast cancer survivor, the worst day of the year is when I go for my mammogram. True, nobody actually likes mammos, but I’ve been bitten by one. On the way to my annual squishing, I realized that I have a bunch of coping strategies.
Read...The heartbreaking saga of a 14-year-old Black prostitute who was murdered in cold blood by her (maybe) pimp on Christmas Eve in 1900 Savannah.
Read...The Daily News quoted one painted lady as saying, “People come up to us sometimes and say what we do is disgusting,” she said. “But what is disgusting about the female body? They shield their kids sometimes, and I think, ‘Kids come from the female body.’”
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