Dale M. Tushman

I have been a psychotherapist for over forty years. Carl Jung says that each of us carries the collective, something I believe to be true, so I consider my writing an acapella chorus.  My practice areas, mental health & addiction, provide me with more opportunities to see how much of a kaleidoscope life is.

I started as a prose writer at age five when I first wrote to Santa Claus explaining how thrilling it was for a little Orthodox Jewish girl to secretly be writing to him.  Over the years, I got braver and sent stories to magazines. Rejections-with-gratitude became a mainstay.

Poetry showed up after a 12-year writing silence due to life demanding more than full attention, and poetry became my shelter-in-place and means of recognition, teeny but real and highly satisfactory for this core introvert until a recent doctor’s note referring to my age so rattled me I decided to tell my stories by any means, which is what I ask of my clients. The teacher keeps learning.

I write to remember my origins and dreams. I write because other people’s risks have helped me find my way, so telling my story may light the way for another spirit on the loose.  The teacher keeps learning.

I am a transplanted New Englander living in southeast Georgia, a place not terribly much touched by modern times.  One of the good things about this buckle-of-the-bible -belt is that it does love its crazy people