renée a. schuls-jacobson
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….
On Watching My Millennial Son Not Prepare For Senior Prom
Last Sunday, I asked my 17-year old son about his upcoming Senior Prom. I knew he’d roughed out some vague plans to go with…
On Thunderstorms & Children: Reflections on a Rainy May
When my son was a wee thing, still wrapped up like a burrito, every time there was a thunderstorm, I carried him outside…
Two Opportunities to See My Artwork This Weekend
Rochester Folks: If you’ve never been to a First Friday at The Hungerford Building, consider coming to 1115 East Main Street this Friday,…
Letting Go of Love: On Grief and Dirty-Faced Boys
When I was in elementary school, I liked a boy whose face was always a little dirty, a boy who wore corduroys…
PERPLEXIA: Original Artwork For Sale
Dear Friends: If you’ve been following me at RASJACOBSON ORIGINALS on Facebook, you know I just finished this little lady. PERPLEXIA is…
Women Warriors: I Want to Paint Your Story
We women are so hard on ourselves. We worry our breasts are too big or too small, our thighs are too thick,…
It’s Been a Long Time: Am I Still a Writer?
It’s been a long time since anyone has wanted to interview me about my writing. Or maybe they wanted to, but up…