renée a. schuls-jacobson
2018 YEAR IN REVIEW
At the end of each year, I like to take a step back and check-in with myself. I look at the intentions…
SOMETHING WRONG
Today, I ate a perfectly delicious pear. In this part of the United States – January usually means down jackets, snow pants…
THE BACKYARD CEMETERY
I’d been fine, deadheading marigold blossoms, brown and crinkly at the buds. For the first time in years, the sunflowers had come…
END of 2018 ART GIVEAWAY
I’m giving away a FREE 12″ print – and you don’t have to be present to win! How Do I Enter? There…
OOZING WITH APPRECIATION
Last year at this time, I was nervously preparing to show my artwork at my very first art festival. The event was…
WAIT FOR THE TRUFFLES
For the last 18 months, I’ve been trying to buy a house. I know what I want, and I know where I…
MY LIFE AS A PSYCHIC MEDIUM
I’ve always seen and heard things that other people didn’t. Early on, I could feel other people’s energy and emotions and see…
It’s About Social Action!
Unless you’ve been living under a rock this week, you probably know that I made the cover of Rochester Magazine. The article…
Rochester Magazine, May 2018
You’ve heard the BIG news. And the BIGGER news. But the BIGGEST news? Y’all . . .I made the cover of Rochester…
The 411 from 585: BIG news from RASJACOBSON, Part I
Remember, the poor, little, red-haired orphan who held onto hope, always believing “the sun would come out…tomorrow?” Yeah, well…I’ve been clinging to…