Catherine Gigante-Brown

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

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

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

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

I’m boycotting you until you start recognizing breast cancer survivors like me by carrying mastectomy bras.

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

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

I go for checkups when I’m supposed to: every three months to the oncologist and every six months to the breast surgeon. I go to SHARE support group meetings to bolster myself. I try to get enough sleep, despite the occasional night spent wide-eyed with dread.

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.