Catherine Gigante-Brown

I’m a firm believer that Tiny Kindnesses can change the world, one sweet, loving gesture at a time.

Having someone steal my cancer history and co-opt it for their first-person Facebook blog is unbelievably violating. Somehow, it feels almost as invasive as my mastectomy.

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

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.

I was 21 –– a Catholic, heterosexual college student, living at home in Brooklyn and still trying to discover who I was. At the crossroads of her life, Lorde knew exactly who she was. She was waging a war against cancer and sharing an old house in Staten Island with her kids and partner. But maybe we weren’t so different after all.

Food can be more than nourishing; it can be healing.

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

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

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