Catherine Gigante-Brown

Even when I explained to my son that he came from a long line of short people, it didn’t help. David still felt bad about being small. How could a five-year-old possibly get this type of size-shaming message? From other people, mostly insensitive adults. They gave him the idea that bigger was somehow better.

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.

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

Makeup and I have always had a love/hate relationship: I love it; it hates me.

Even though there’s no shortage of condoms in the Netherlands, it’s easier if you have your own birth control. Even if your trip isn’t a booty call, you never know! And if desire hits, you’ll be ready with your favorite type of BC and brand.

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

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

A midtown Manhattan studio was recently the site of liberation-both on and offscreen-when Shenshean

Being a little bit chubby is better than being a lot dead.

The heartbreaking saga of a 14-year-old Black prostitute who was murdered in cold blood by her (maybe) pimp on Christmas Eve in 1900 Savannah.