Catherine Gigante-Brown

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

Were you going to run into that cute guy John Williams on the way home? Would you see Anne Marie by the lockers and sort out what to do for the weekend? It was hit-or-miss, and that was the beauty of it. The breath-holding chance of it all. Now, our kids’ friends are as close as a keyboard stroke away. It’s too easy.

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

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.

When David was about 12, he told me that he wanted to take the train to school alone. My gut reaction was, “No way in hell!” I mean, we live in a safe neighborhood and all, but David has ADHD and was easily distracted. What if he missed his stop? What if someone messed with him?

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.

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

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

herbalist. shiatsu practitioner. healer.

My husband and I agreed: raising a child with an independent spirit who made decisions for himself was a good thing.