In July 1993, my youngest child and daughter, Rachel, then nearly thirteen, had her Bat Mitzvah. At her party, her mother Joyce and I read this serious poem I’d written for the happy occasion. Her grandparents, Irv and Anne, my parents, were both there that day, as they were at my Bar Mitzvah thirty years earlier, … Continue reading When We are Seventy and You are Forty…by Robert M. Katzman