Since 1985, I have written about contemporary Jewish practice and the Jewish community.— Anita Diament
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The Sabbath is a weekly cathedral raised up in my dining room, in my family, in my heart.
I tell writers to keep reading, reading, reading.
Read widely and deeply. And I tell them not to give up even after getting rejection letters. And only write what you love.
I got nice rejections explaining that historical fiction was a difficult sell. But I kept trying.
Why did I not know that birth is the pinnacle where women discover the courage to become mothers?
The painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.
The more a daughter knows the details of her mother's life [...] the stronger the daughter.
One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.
My husband, Jim, converted to Judaism just before our wedding.
Right now, I'm Writing song lyrics. Experimenting with a play. Toying with an idea for a documentary. I hope one of these will eventually be launched into the light of day.
The more I do bookstores, the more people come up to me from church groups.
I spoke at Pittsburg State College and had 2 or 3 ministers and book groups from a couple of churches.
As a journalist I'm comfortable doing library research, and I did a lot! I had a fellowship at Radcliff for a year which gave me access to the Harvard system.
My early childhood was spent in Newark, New Jersey, but my family moved to Denver when I was 12.
Weeping is terrible for the complexion" said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, "but it is very good for the soul.
Until very recently men and women inhabited very separate spheres.
There was always interconnection, passion, love. But men and women didn't hang out at the end of the day and chat about what their day was like at the office.
The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.
I never wanted Mary Poppins to be my nanny. I wanted to be her when I grew up.
It's a good thing babies don't give you a lot of time to think.
You fall in love with them and when you realize how much they love you back, life is very simple.
One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone.
Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare the Spanish and English lines and see how the translator worked.
One of my great secrets was knowing I had the power to make her smile.
I am so honored to be the vessel into which you pour this story of pain and strength.
Wherever you walk, I go with you. Selah.
The other reason women wanted daughters was to keep their memories alive.
I lived through a classic publishing story.
My editor was fired a month before the book came out. The editor who took it over already had a full plate. It was never advertised. We didn't get reviewed in any major outlets.
I love many kinds of music: world music, jazz, classical, pop.
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.
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 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.
Whatever 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.
It 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.
Egypt loved the lotus because it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved.
Shakespeare in Love... such smart writing of an alternative view of history, and such beautiful acting. Like most Americans, I'm a sucker for the accent.
I pray I die before they day comes when I do not know if my sons are infants or grandfathers.
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.
Making plans is a game. Life chooses for you.
If you want to understand any woman, you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully.
Biblical names are hot again.
Mountains are where heaven meets earth.
My heart is a ladle of sweet water brimming over.
When a shy person smiles, it’s like the sun coming out.
There's nothing quite like a real . . . train conductor to add color to a quotidian commute
My six handbooks to Jewish life and lifecycle events mostly followed the trajectory of my adult Jewish life.
They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.
November is Jewish book month, so Jewish Community Centers all around the country have book fairs where they invite authors and sell books in advance of the holidays.
The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.
The Bible - it's sort of the other person in the room. There's this book, the reader, and the Bible.
There's something almost adolescent about Whitman's paean to everything that was and remains good about America.
It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.
Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art.
Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.
Egypt loved the lotus becuase it never dies.
It is the same for people who are loved. Thus can something as insignificant as a name-two syllables, one high, one sweet- summon up the innumerable smiles, tears, sighs and dreams of a human life.