On October 27, 2018, a gunman opened fire in the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, killing 11 congregants.
October 27 was a Saturday, and our neighborhood trick-or-treating was that evening. My husband and I took our sons, dressed as Miles From Tomorrowland and Batman, door-to-door. I remember a sense of unreality that evening. J and I were grieving and trying to keep our bone-deep sadness from affecting the kids. All around us, life literally went on as kids joyously ran from house to house to get their candy.
The following day, our rabbi tried to help us make sense of a senseless act during the children's religious school service. But I was still despairing.
Sunday afternoon, I decided to try a little laughter therapy. I put on Monty Python's Flying Circus while I folded laundry to try to stop the negative swirl of my thoughts. But even though I love me some bizarro British humor, I