renée a. schuls-jacobson
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…
Manifesting a New Home
Growing up, I lived in a bedroom my mother said she decorated ‘especially for me’. The truth is that she decorated it…
Letter to My 12th Grade Son, 3 Months Before He Graduates High School
Dear TechSupport: You used to shout at your friends before playing Capture The Flag. “No burying the flag.” “No jailbreaks.” “My house….
Call Me RACHEL: #BOAW2018
Last night, I started painting too late. I was tired. I tried to rest, but I saw her. Fully formed. So I…