Catherine Gigante-Brown

At the New York City release party for Dayna Kurtz’ latest, Rise and Fall, my friend Nadia leaned over to me and whispered, “Why the fuck

erotic. intimate. unapologetic.

Who says feminists don't love alpha males and cooking?

I saw my present mother-in-law in a whole new light the first time she held my newborn son.

You learn a lot about people when you live in their home. The Taylors seemed to lead a joyless, Spartan existence.

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

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

herbalist. shiatsu practitioner. healer.

That’s the thing about being a breast cancer survivor — it’s always there: it never goes away. The scars, the fear that lurks in the back of your mind like a boogeyman. You’re going along nicely, living your merry life, and you’re fine, until you’re not.

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.