Catherine Gigante-Brown

I thought cancer was behind me. Until I had a weird pain near my left ovary which lasted for several days. It felt a lot like ovulation...Only, at 56, that train had left the station a long time ago.

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.

Like if she steals from you — cash or a boyfriend. Or does something illegal she wants you to be a part of — or lie about. I draw the line at felonies (sometimes even misdemeanors) and you probably should, too.

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.

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

Why, when I'm cool with being a salt-and-pepper chick, does it so clearly unnerve others?

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

To the tattoo artist, I was a flesh canvas that she could transform into something beautiful.

In the photograph, my great-grandmother, Margarita Cirigliano, is sitting at a small table on the front porch of the family home in Borough Park, Brooklyn.