On The Training Table

Inner perspectives photo R Willis In the Jewish tradition we observe a jahrzeit , a commemoration or annual honoring of an event usually the death of a loved one; for me March 11, 2020 marks my Covid j ahrzeit. As in the time of war, communities and nations throughout the world would be disrupted, people would retreat, and tragically, in the US, more citizens would perish than in our major wars combined. March 11, 2020 is marked on my calendar as the last care-free, blithe gathering of friends.  A group of us celebrated a birthday at a cafe. We ordered lattes and espressos, a cake and gifts were snuck in by a brilliant coup de main . I still can see our friend Helene's look of shock as our group sprung out of the corners of the cafe, and much  like any great Mossad undertaking, we pulled off a successful covert mission to surprise Helene who had experienced a challenging year. March 11, 2020 also marked my last self-indulgent salon highlights and trim appointment. Today, I h