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...
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...
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...
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...
