renée a. schuls-jacobson
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,…
The Danger of Sitting In the Balcony Is That You Might Believe You Are Above Others
If you don’t know anything about Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur, I urge you to read this first, as it will provide…
Losing My Gourd: A #LessonLearned by Amy Stevens
Amy Stevens writes about a spaghetti squash. …
What Do You Remember Eleven Years Later?
I remember talking to my sister-in-law on the telephone, making plans to meet for lunch as the hosts of Good Morning America…
Check Out My New Favorite Gadget
I’ve been a little traumatized after recent events. Turns out that it’s misery trying to post from an iPhone, and this whole…