About Howard Fishman

My connection to Europe was strong from the get-go. Before the age of 20, I’d worked enough odd jobs to begin my travel quest. Waiting on tables and commandeering a taxi around Manhattan paid for trips to Greece, Israel, and England…
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One enchanted evening, 37 years ago, I met Ann at an industry dinner party. Sitting next to one another at a large round table in a noisy restaurant, conversation soon revealed we’d both grown up in Brooklyn, attended – at different times…
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We downsize to make life less complicated. Less expensive. Easier to maneuver. More accommodating to health care needs. Or for some of us, to lessen our footprint on mother earth. Though the care and upkeep of less square footage is enticing…
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Ancient Romans described gravitas as “seriousness.” Today we’re likely to see a broadened definition which includes “dignity and importance.” I’ll build upon those ideas by adding that gravitas is a compilation of characteristics that imply…
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It’s easy to be fooled. Especially on social media. Platforms like Facebook and Twitter unknowingly allow false information to appear in our feed. Our own browsing history creates assumptions about what we’d like to see…
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Writing your memoir is a profound gift to yourself and to those with whom you’ve shared a walk down difficult paths. Read More

Sheltering-in-place. Could have been the perfect Zen experience. Sitting underneath the shade of a Bodhi tree in perfect lotus position. Floating above the ground in a meditative state. The cool brush of saffron robes against my skin…
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Two years ago, my partner and I set out on a journey. The idea was to build an intentional community of friends. A virtual home for those whose values, likes, and dislikes were compatible with ours…
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“Go outside and play with your friends!” That was Mom’s clarion call to us kids back then when friendship was easier. When we were naive, tolerant, open to diversity, and had few boundaries…
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I was a clever gatherer of things. Mostly paper. In neat piles. Inside of drawers. Resting innocuously on shelves. Tucked into boxes that lurked in the shadowy recesses of my garage…

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