I was certainly open for something being on the edge of a nervous breakdown, perplexed by my own sexuality. I was gay.

I have ended as a Reform Rabbi, grateful to Christianity for so many good things.

Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.

I began to see that my problems, seen spiritually, were really my soul's plusses.

To my surprise, my 70s are nicer than my 60s and my 60s than my 50s, and I wouldn't wish my teens and 20s on my enemies.

My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I've begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I've had it good and am crumbling nicely.

I still go to a Christian priory for retreats.