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...

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