Catherine Gigante-Brown

It sounded too good to be true: comfortable, attractive bra inserts for breast cancer survivors like me. I got on the computer, checked out their website, and immediately put in for one.

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.

From New York to LA, this lady knows a good story.

"I was afraid this thing was going to do me in. But I took a deep breath and decided very early on that I would face cancer on my own terms."

I left Cuba in 1949, when I was 11 years old. Back then, I didn't understand why my mother sent me away. I still don't.

I dreaded putting him back on Concerta in the fall but I knew I had to. Or did I?

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

8. Educate, don’t fixate.

I’m sure you’ll find it a delicious and well-stocked place. There are just a few rules

Although I tried to convince myself that I wasn't racist, if the truth were told, I didn't like Muslims. Especially after 9/11.