A Career Clown
I have not been in Toronto for a while now and now that I am back for a few weeks, there have been many...
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...
Daddy’s Girl
There were only three lines written in the e-mail from one of my best friends. ?Call Lina. Her father had a heart attack. He...
Out of Left Field
It is interview time for admission into medical school. Interviews always tend to be a time of angst and anxiety. Some of the questions...
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 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...
Nisha’s Marriage
?Guess what?? my friend asked me excitedly over the phone. ?Nisha is getting married!? she said rapidly, not even waiting for my response to...
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...
Dad’s Day
I was recently reading an article about the difference between a father and a dad. According to the article, anyone can be a father...
The 3 C’s
?If my husband treated me as if it was Valentine?s Day every day I would be a much happier person,? pronounced Mrs. Beck after...
