by Shelly Reuben on April 17th

When Special Agent Clayton Yonder came to my house at noon for lunch, it was so, so nice to be ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 10th

After Special Agent Clayton Yonder shot (blanks) from his .4-0-caliber Glock pistol to scare off rioters outside Park Department headquarters, ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 3rd

Had someone asked me to come up with a thousand different scenarios about how our war against Terror Birds would ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 27th

I have this vivacious 17-year-old friend named Ellen. I think she wants to be a lawyer when she grows up. ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 20th

When Special Investigator Clayton Yonder (a.k.a. my boyfriend) came out on the podium of the Gossamer Gardens ballroom to speak ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 13th

Soon after the DNA lab results on the feather came back to the Avian Slaughter Task Force, Special Investigator Clayton ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 6th

If you give it a moment’s thought, you might agree that love and war are not mutually exclusive. Consider, for ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 27th

Okay. So, as things stood in my living room on that Saturday morning, our bellies were full of bagels, but ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 20th

There is something comfortably anti-climactic about sitting down with fellow-investigators after a wildly energetic period of evidence collection. When, with ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 13th

After I arrived home – accompanied by Archie and our new friend Daffney, the normal-sized and weirdly adorable chickadee – ..