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...
A Hairy Flaw
I had not seen Smita since her vacation to India. I remember her being very excited about her trip. She had not seen her...
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...
Defining Sexuality
I was walking down one of the many suburban streets here in Toronto the other day and I wish I had my camera with...




















