Since 1985, I have written about contemporary Jewish practice and the Jewish community.
Anita DiamentIt'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 DiamentIt was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.
Anita Diament