by Shelly Reuben on September 22nd

About ten years ago, Al Ashforth, a successful thriller writer and my friend, stopped by my house on our way ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 15th

When I was growing up, my parents’ bookshelves were filled with all kinds of novels, and none was off limits. ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 8th

Every once in a while, I think about the comic books I read when I was a child. Ones like ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 1st

This little story is about endings and beginnings. It introduces two characters and a gate. Even though there are no ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 25th

Indulge me, please, as I time-travel into my past, holding in my mind an image of someone whom you may ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 18th

As we inch toward the end of summer, apples are waving frantically from the wings, trying to get our attention ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 11th

I am stealing research from one of my own books to describe what is in store for us this weekend, ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 4th

I was watching a movie the other day about a reunion of World War II veterans. Midway through the film, ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 28th

Before my neighbor went away on vacation, she marched me across the street to her garden and pointed out two ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 21st

We were all together at a family gathering in Chicago: uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, my mother, my Aunt Libby, and ..