It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did. Maybe you guessed that there was more to me than the voiceless cipher in the text. Maybe you heard it in the music of my name: the first vowel high and clear, as when a mother calls to her child at dusk; the second sound soft, for whispering secrets on pillows. Dee-nah.
Anita DiamentMy early childhood was spent in Newark, New Jersey, but my family moved to Denver when I was 12.
Anita DiamentSince 1985, I have written about contemporary Jewish practice and the Jewish community.
Anita DiamentThe painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.
Anita Diament