renée a. schuls-jacobson
The Blessing of The Ugly Casserole Dish
A little nostalgia, if you will indulge me. I attended a wedding recently after which I was invited back to the family’s…
BAGGAGE: First Chapter of my Memoir Posted on Patreon
I just posted my first chapter, BAGGAGE, on Patreon. In this piece, I write about early childhood trauma that confused me and made me…
On Solitary Confinement: A Post-Divorce Update About Apartment Life
The first night in my apartment building, the upstairs’ neighbor’s toilet clogged and overflowed. Bilgy water rained down from the ceiling, soaking my…
I KNOW WHY CRAZY PEOPLE HOWL AT THE MOON: MY BENZO STORY AT PATREON
This photo was taken on July 30, 2013. I was in Florida with my (then) husband. We were out to dinner with…
How I Fell in Love With Words
For a period of years, I exchanged letters with a boy. He was smart, and I felt flattered by his long-distance attention….
SHE WANTS THE RAINBOW
After taking Mindy Lacefield’s online class (Paint Like a Child), I was excited to incorporate some new techniques into my work. The result? This…
The Blessing of Broken Dishes: A Lesson About Losing Things We Love
I often work as a Professional Organizer, helping people declutter their little messes. I learn a lot on that little job. I see how…
Gratitude To The Man Who Taught Me To Embrace Chaos
It was my third week at Metairie Park Country Day School, and I could barely distinguish the administration building from the science…
Sure, I’ll Write You a Recommendation
In 11th grade, I needed three stellar recommendations that I could send off with my college applications. I felt confident that I…
My Mom Was Hot Stuff
My mom is hot stuff in this photograph She’s pretty and has straight teeth. She wears pink hoop earrings and floppy hats….