Making Plans Is A Game.

I Am So Honored To Be The Vessel Into Which You Pour This Story Of Pain And Strength.

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.

He Was Golden And Beautiful As A Sunset.

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 Like The Way He Danced. And Then I Like The Way We Danced Together.