renée a. schuls-jacobson
Sketching Project: Faye
The latest progress on my emerging portrait skills….
Do You Know Your Love Language?
No doubt, cutting out construction paper valentines was fun, especially when paired with a cupcake and a nappy. But it taught us the wrong message….
Challenging Status Quo: #PharmaHarmed
When you’re injured, it’s difficult to pay attention to anything, except your pain.
Pain makes it hard to concentrate.
Hard to take on the responsibilities associated with a full-time job.
Hard to do house work.
Hard to be a mom.
Hard to smile….
Painting More Strangers: Update On My Progress
Seems that no matter what I do, I gravitate towards a whimsical palette. Not that there’s anything wrong with that….
Thirty Months Off
Amazingly, I no longer suffer from debilitating muscle spasms or brain zaps. In fact, most of my physical symptoms have disappeared. …
Staring At Strangers
This morning, I went to the gym and, in addition to my mat and my sneakers and a change of clothes, I brought a backpack filled with pens and pencils, watercolors and brushes. Settled next to a cozy fireplace, I spotted a man with a strong profile, staring at an iPad….
The Most Difficult Year
This year has been the worst year of my life, one punctuated with little joy. Separating from my husband of 20 years has been…
Many Happy Returns Of The Day
Today is my parents’ anniversary. They’ve been married for 52 years, and they still really enjoy each other’s company. This is a video…
a broken knee, a broken heart
Back in August, I walked 5 miles on a really uneven surface. In cowboy boots. I knew I did something dumb almost immediately since both…
What I Wore – The Parade of Hats
By now, you’re getting the idea that I love hats. Since my last post, the temperatures took a major nose-dive, and in…