renée a. schuls-jacobson
Do You Think I Could Survive?
I don’t watch a lot of television. But my DVR is set every Thursday night. I am a Survivor Junkie. I’ve watched…
When a Walk in the Park is Not a Walk in the Park
“A girl from school wrote that she was going to kill herself on Facebook.” Up until then, the leaves under our feet…
End of the Month MashUp of Hotness: October 2012
I know. I know. It’s been a while since I’ve done a mash-up. But big stuff has been going on, people. See…
An Old Flame, Doused
I have often reveled in the wrongness of things. Growing up, I cut Barbie’s hair and pushed straight pins through her ears….
The First Taste
We started with childhood innocence and then we moved to adolescent shame. Now we are getting a little more mature. Since everyone…
“Daddy, I Want a Vodka Tonic Nooooooow!”: When Underage Kids Demand Alcohol
While attending a fancy-schmancy cocktail party before a big party, a gaggle of women wearing our prettiest dresses formed a loose circle…
Adolescence: Learning Shame
I hadn’t wanted to go. Parents pulled me from ants and pebbles, the solidity of bark, leaf and wall to hear breathing…
Can You Give Good Head(er)?
As you can see, I pushed the button and have a new & improved theme. Squeee! Thank you, Coraline. Meanwhile, you probably…
Change Is A Comin’!
Still no word from Temple, Texas on the status of my hard-drive. Maybe it might be deemed undead by Halloween? But I’m…
Lessons From Ants: Rebuilding After The Storm
Have you ever watched ants after a storm? They don’t stand around. There are the egg-movers and the sand-shifters. Maybe there are…