It Was One Of Those Perfect Fall

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.

I Love Many Kinds Of Music: World Music, Jazz, Classical, Pop.

I Got Nice Rejections Explaining That Historical Fiction Was A Difficult Sell. But I Kept Trying.

The Sabbath Is A Weekly Cathedral Raised Up In My Dining Room, In My Family, In My Heart.

Why Did I Not Know That Birth Is The Pinnacle Where Women Discover The Courage To Become Mothers?