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.

My early childhood was spent in Newark, New Jersey, but my family moved to Denver when I was 12.

The painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.

on the day that the intlligence and talents of women are fully honored and employed, the human community and the planet itself will benefit in ways we can only begin to imagine.

The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.

Since 1985, I have written about contemporary Jewish practice and the Jewish community.

There's something almost adolescent about Whitman's paean to everything that was and remains good about America.