If You Want To Understand Any Woman,

The Painful Things Seemed Like Knots On A Beautiful Necklace, Necessary For Keeping The Beads In Place.

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.

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.

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.

One Of My Great Secrets Was Knowing I Had The Power To Make Her Smile.