renée a. schuls-jacobson
“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…
Putting My Faith in Boots That Pinch
I have this freakin’ awesome pair of brown leather Frye boots. I got them in 1985, before I went to college. They…
Tingo Tuesday: Tell Me Your Iktsuarpok Moment
I let this lapse for a while, but it’s back and it’s better than ever! It’s Tingo Tuesday!…
To the Pretty Girl Texting in the Car Next to Me
Dear Pretty Girl: I saw you today as I sat idling at a red light. You were in the blue Prius, and…
What My Fingernails Know
When every fingernail on both of my hands has broken, I know it for sure: summer is over. It happens to me…
An Unconventional List of My Transgressions
Once I shared my fears with you and you supported me. As I move toward Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement,…