renée a. schuls-jacobson
Fill Me Up Friday: Ding-a-Ling Day!
As I return to the land of the living, I sometimes like Rip Van Winkle. You know, that guy who fell asleep for 50 years and…
Wordless Wednesday: My Kitty Cat
Tell me about one of your beloved non-human family members….
What does HOME mean to you? #giveaway
Home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. It’s a green toothbrush on the bathroom sink. It’s his bowl left on the kitchen table. It’s the sound of the garage door going up at the end of the day. It’s warm zucchini bread cooling on the countertop, the cat lying in that spot on the landing, the laundry twirling in sloppy circles….
Professional GROWTH: a wee story & art
I’m feeling better each day, y’all. I’m volunteering weekly at a local elementary school, I’m working a part-time job; I’m exercising and reconnecting with…
Do you BREATHE deeply?
It’s Monday again, and – like last week – I’m back to offer a new 4×4 mini-canvas and share a little anecdote….
LOVE inspires art
I’ve received plenty of positive feedback regarding my art work over the last few months. What started off as a distraction – something to help me get…
Limping Back to Life
It is said that each year on Rosh Hashanah, “all inhabitants of the world pass before G‑d like a flock of sheep,”…
Morphing From Writer to Painter
Over the last few months my creative muse has reappeared, pulling me away from writing, away from my busy mind, which likes to think and dwell and ruminate. These days, my muse wants me to paint, which is cool because when I paint, I can turn off my mind and have fun getting messy with color….
Showing My Colors To The World
Some of you are waiting to hear my next report about how I survived the horrors of benzo withdrawal. I know you’d…
My Own Yellow Brick Road
When Dorothy Gale of The Wizard of Oz started her journey down The Yellow Brick Road, she was terrified and, with the exception…