It Is Terrible How Much

The Story It Told Was Unremarkable: A Tale Of Love Found And Lost- The Oldest Story In The World. The Only Story.

I Wanted To Cry, But I Realized That I Was Too Old For That. I Would Be A Woman Soon And I Would Have To Learn How To Live With A Divided Heart.

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.

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.

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.