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 DiamentWhatever your relationship is to your sacred tradition in the West, you have some relationship to the Bible if only through the names of the characters.
Anita DiamentThere's something almost adolescent about Whitman's paean to everything that was and remains good about America.
Anita DiamentIf you want to understand any woman, you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully.
Anita Diament