Catherine Gigante-Brown

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

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.

Mindel and Maria were young teenagers when the horrors occurred—but they remembered the tiniest details with crystal-clear intensity.

I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.

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 was 21 –– a Catholic, heterosexual college student, living at home in Brooklyn and still trying to discover who I was. At the crossroads of her life, Lorde knew exactly who she was. She was waging a war against cancer and sharing an old house in Staten Island with her kids and partner. But maybe we weren’t so different after all.

" Sure enough, the doorbell rang one early June day and there she was: curvy, seductive body, smooth black skin, bright blue eyes."

Content Notice: Death

A new U.S. Preventive Services Task Force recommendation on mammograms ensures more women will die of breast cancer.

I’m a firm believer that Tiny Kindnesses can change the world, one sweet, loving gesture at a time.