If I could go back in time, I’d have to apologize. 

12th in a series

At this age, I realize that what succeeded and failed, how the stars aligned, and how the world proceeds in all its ways, is all a mystery.

I found that the familiarity of my returns over the years wasn’t just physical. I knew the city’s personality, its people as well as the place.

Say what you want, but they are absolutely, undeniably, the most successful Jewish organization on the planet.

What New York City was for me from my 20s through my 60s is not what New York City is for me now in my early 70s. 

I choose now as my first priority to be building bridges rather than building bigger and better weapons to lob at the other side.

Should Boomers be stepping aside and let a new generation take on causes and protests? Or is this indeed when an older generation is needed to show up with a strong voice, demonstrating that the responsibility to help create change never ends?

Now that I no longer have to dash out of family events to meet with clients, I volunteered one of my past professional skills — teaching Israeli folk-dancing. The problem was that I hadn’t done it in years. And I had never taught toddlers.