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.

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

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 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.

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

Once upon a time, it was easier to keep track of gender. Today, not so much — the lines are blurred. For many, gender’s not so much about questioning your own identity as it is about questioning the very nature of identity.

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.

"Remember, this isn’t just happening to you, it’s happening to moms everywhere. It’s not your fault — "

The hell with his elaborate metaphors and rhetorical phrases. Iambic pentameter is cruel and unusual punishment.