I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.
Anita DiamentI moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy.
Anita DiamentThere's something almost adolescent about Whitman's paean to everything that was and remains good about America.
Anita Diament