The Red Tent

by Anita Diamant

If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully.

I had supposed that my mothers could see my thoughts and look directly into my heart. But now I discovered that I was separate, opaque, and drawn into an orbit of which they had no knowledge. I delighted in the discovery of my solitude and protected it,

How had I come to find so many kind people in my life? What was the purpose of such good fortune?

am so honored to be the vessel into which you pour this story of pain and strength.

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life’s pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.