(This entry is a little more recent than most of my previous posts.  One of my first efforts to watch civil disobedience in action.  Very inspiring some 13 years ago or so.)

I tossed and turned all night as I pondered the tasked ahead the next day.

For… Read full post »

(I wrote the following after I gave birth to my elder daughter more than 40 years ago.  I was euphoric as the completion of her birth after a marvelously succeeded in birthing her without medication.  She was born in a military hospital in Fort Leavenworth, KS.  She was… Read full post »

(I wrote this poem about 32 years ago, when I was all wrapped up in the wonders of Love and of God.  They both are still important in my life, but I hope my thoughts have matured somewhat in the last three decades.)

This little plant,

Let… Read full post »

(I wrote this article in the early 1970s during the wind down of the Vietnam War, to which my husband was assigned while I stayed behind in Omaha with our two small children for a year.  I still would have chosen to go  AWOL to Canada as a family.) … Read full post »

 Summer, 1984

One thing you don't call Adele Kushner:  A 60-year-old grandma.

"I'm only 59 and a half," she brags.  And she's got a lot to prove before she finishes her sixth decade.

Adele is marching across the United States and even farther --- to Moscow --- with a group of… Read full post »

Do you hear it?

Listen --- not with your ears, but with your heart.

There's someone knocking right now.  Will you let it in?

Don't go to the closest door.  This power is knocking at your door, the door no one can open but you.  It's knocking on… Read full post »

(I wrote the following back in 1979 after a dream about attempting a love session using the big toe.)

It was a stupid thing to do.

I never want to look at Roger's big toe again.

The night started out quite normally.  As a matter of fact, it was the… Read full post »

(Once more, something written in the good old days when I really thought I could share my man with golf.  Later I decided to forget that idea!)

What do you do when the "other woman" is Golf?

Count your blessings, bite your tongue and build on just… Read full post »

 (Another piece I wrote more than 3o years ago in an attempt to explain about the birds and the bees to young children.  Perhaps I got into too much detail.  You be the judge. )

Did you know you're the only you there will ever be?

There will never be… Read full post »

(Another article I wrote 30 years ago.  Conserving energy continues to be one of my biggest priorities.)

I've come to the conclusion that the worst enemy of conserving energy is simply fear of time.

We Americans have a phobia about time.  We hate to see it pass.  We want… Read full post »

Thanksgiving dinner had been an expensive one.  That was the week I spent a record $70 on groceries.

Hours of labor were put into the meal to make it perfect --- with all the traditional treats that make the holiday so special for us Americans.

At dinner,… Read full post »

(Once again, on my soapbox back in the 1980s, when I thought all marriages could be saved.  My position now is more flexible.  We should try, but some of us don't succeed.)

"God is love, and you who remains in love remains in God and God remains in you." (John's First… Read full post »

More and more career women are deciding to have babies.  And they want to experience all the joys that go with babies, including breastfeeding.  But what about the time when Mom has to return to work?

She can still continue breastfeeding --- for as long as she wants!… Read full post »

I almost shudder to share the following piece I wrote at the height of my involvement with the Charismatic Renewal/Pentecostalism back in the 1980's.  I don't criticize the women who today feel the way I did then, but many of my positions have changed tremendously in the… Read full post »

I wrote this article 30 years ago.  I found it tonight.  Even if the reader is not a Christian, I hope that the message I try to convey through this slice of Christ's life is a universal message.  A meditation for Good Friday.

It is the Sabbath, a… Read full post »

The stage is set....

Just a brown one freckled with green.

It's the dawn of a new season,

A masterpiece like we've never seen.

Gray skies melt into soft peach,

Shivering weeds shed a frosty glaze.

Sprouts stretch in praise to their maker

While she bathes them in a sparkling… Read full post »

(Tonight I found this poem that I wrote long long ago on another April Day.  I share it with my friends.)

I live in an invisible shell

Too thick to crack it seems.

I see out of it so very well

But can others see the real… Read full post »

Have you ever noticed that when you write with your non-dominant hand that often thoughts come to you as your write that seem not quite like you?  

Many of us who have spoken with therapists, or who have been involved with Adult Children of Alcoholics use this… Read full post »

I was in the midst of my "Long Night of the Soul," as long-dead St. John of the Cross called it centuries ago, when I asked the ever present question so many of us have asked in our lives: 

"Who the hell are you God?  Or are you a… Read full post »

There she lays now

Just a pile of bones.

Lifeless clusters of nothingness

All the life gone to who knows where.

These bones once played on swings,

Hiked the Smokies

Kneeled in prayer

Lingered at the run away sun.

These bones kissed and fondled

Another throbbing partner in love.… Read full post »

(Here is a letter to the editor I wrote nearly a decade ago.  Substitute Iran for Iraq, Tehran for Baghdad, President Obama for President Bush, and Nuclear Weapons for Weapons of Mass Destruction, and we end up with a timely look at what's going on in our country and our allies… Read full post »

It's been nearly 11 years since Andrea Yates killed her five children by drowning them in her family bathtub.  I wrote this piece as a result of this very disturbing occasion.  If threats  continue as they have recently in the Republican Party on women's access to contra… Read full post »

Once upon a time in a village near the mountains, there lived a huge dragon named Willard who gobbled up trees and laid paper eggs all day and night.

Many villagers in the valley town loved Willard the Dragon because he would pay hundreds of them gold nuggets to feed him… Read full post »