renée a. schuls-jacobson
So About That Contest
Sometimes a person gets a great idea.Like I thought my Saturday Summer Screwball Video concept was going to rock the house. But it stunk. Like the way my garbage can stinks in the summer when it gets all maggoty and stuff….
Name That Tune
When I hear Madonna’s “Like a Virgin,, I picture my best friends from high school wearing our father’s boxer shorts to school….
Monkey is Blogging
Last June, in an effort to capitalize on Monkey’s innate love for all things technological, I suggested that he start a blog. After all, last May my own blog was in its infancy, and I figured we could sit side-by-side and write together. It was a romantic notion. And while last year, he wanted his blog to be secret, this year, he wants readers….
An Unexpected Bang
To kick July off right, I got into a car accident. Awesome, right?…
Back in 1985
In my last post, I wrote about my nephew, Alec, and how he delivered the commencement speech at his high school graduation. As I sat waiting inside the local college field house, miles away from the actual school my nephew attended, I couldn’t help but think about my own graduation back in 1985….
A Commencement Speech by Alec Jacobson
Recently, my super cool, crazy smart nephew was selected by his peers to deliver the commencement speech at his high school graduation which took place this past Sunday, June 25, 2011….
Non-Traditional Super-Hero Powers
“Mom,” Monkey asked one morning while hunched over a bowl of cereal, “If you could have one non-traditional super power what would it be?”…
Lessons From Eight Junes
June is definitely a time for endings and beginnings. Proms. Graduations. Weddings. New jobs. It got me thinking about all the Junes in my life. My parents started their married life together on June 23, 1963. My son will become a bar-mitzvah next June. One of my grandmothers died in June. And one of my friends, too. I tried to think about some significant Junes in my life, and this is what was born….
Prom Gen iY: Same Thing, Just Better Dresses
Recently, my family was chomping on chunks of bread at Outback Steakhouse, a place we often go after I announce that I didn’t make it to the grocery store. As I sat in my old jeans, the thick, pine doors parted and in paraded boys wearing tuxedos with cummerbunds flanked by girls in fancy dresses with sparkles and sequins. I was bedazzled and instantly transported back to the mid-1980s. To my own school formals….
Lessons From My Father
This piece was originally posted one year ago on Father’s Day 2010, when I had very few followers. I thought I would post it again this year, in honor of my father. Please note, these items are listed in no apparent order, which will – no doubt – drive my father nuts….