The Fool On The Hill

People could never pronounce or properly spell “Keiffer” which my father had quietly altered to rhyme with “reefer,” so that no one, including me, would suspect it was a Jewish name.

Bring On The Puppies

Just like when a carefree empty-nester unexpectedly becomes a grandparent and has no choice but to welcome the little bundle of joy with open arms, I felt that I had no other option but to love this puppy.

My Four-legged Valentine

My unrequited obsession for the man fueled my passion for writing and risky behavior. The inter-special affair with Buck has been more modulated and longer lasting, yet not entirely without suffering.

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