Minding Samuel
The end of the year is always a busy week. It is holiday time. Our working ethos slows down and certainly the ebb and...
A Father’s Love
It is a hot day and the sun is burning a hole in the ground. He wipes his forehead and the sweat runs down...
A Conversation Over Lunch
I had liked Dr. Harris from the first moment I met her. Through her sleepy eyes, and weathered face, emanated a kindness and warmth...
Laura’s Future
I received an e-mail from Laura the other day. She said she was coming down to Kingston for a leadership high-school seminar, and she...
A Hindi Connection
It was a slow Sunday afternoon in the Emergency department. As part of my training as a resident physician in psychiatry I have to...
Far From Home
I have lived away from home for about two years now to study away at university. For the most part, I have become accustomed...
Celebrating Mangalorean.Com
?Sounds like a lot of work,? I said to Roshan on the phone as he finished explaining to me the time consuming details of...
Our Father Who Art in Heaven
I always consistently find that it is children who ask the most thought-provoking questions. During the prayer, "Our Father who art in Heaven", I...
Mixing A Marriage
I am always astounded whenever I hear Vijay?s opinions. They always seem to be out of the Dark ages. Certainly on many occasions after...
A Eulogy For my Father
This article is in memory of my father, Joseph Pinto, born in Mangalore, India to the late Mr. Emmanuel Pinto and late Mrs. Piad...
