A. There is a thread of love which holds everything together.
A. Captain James Hook.
A. This is going to sound strange, but my husband is also a rabbi, and once we were both officiating graveside funerals of people who had lived long, wonderful lives. The funerals were at the same cemetery, at the same time. We didn’t have a babysitter so we brought our children. I was at the top of a hill leading prayers, and he was at the bottom of the hill leading different prayers. We couldn’t hear each other, but we could see each other. And our kids were between us, running around like they were in a park, hiding behind trees, and having a great time. The sun was shining, it was a gorgeous day, and I just had this awe-filled feeling about how many stars had to align to create this moment…people had to fall in love, people had to be born, people had to die, people had to be ordained, and for an instant everything made sense – life, death, love, God – and I was perfectly happy.
A. Loud coffee slurpers who say “ah” after every slurp. Oh, and also, people who have grand conversations while getting food in a buffet line, holding up all the hungry people.