Catherine Gigante-Brown

As a breast cancer survivor, the worst day of the year is when I go for my mammogram. True, nobody actually likes mammos, but I’ve been bitten by one. On the way to my annual squishing, I realized that I have a bunch of coping strategies.

Anne Lamott's Operating Instructions wasn't your typical cutesie baby fare. It was raw, real—and unabashedly funny.

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

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

I sat obediently in her chair atop four ancient copies of the Yellow Pages. Crossing my fingers, I prayed Catholic schoolgirl prayers.

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

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 asked a handful of women: why are people so scared of ladyparts?

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

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