renée a. schuls-jacobson
How Facebook Reconnected Me To My Ex-BoyFriend’s Wonky Groove
Not long ago, I received a private message on Facebook from a stranger who turned out to be one of my ex-boyfriend’s…
Little Orange Balls: A Completely Unsolicited Guest Post by K.B. Owen
K.B. Owen is a true cyber buddy. She listened to me whimper when my computer crashed and when I had some medical stuff…
Tingo Tuesday: Tell Me About Your Grief Bacon
It’s Tingo Tuesday: Tell Me About Your Grief Bacon & win a place in my sidebar!…
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…