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 ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 14th

If you are lucky enough to have a front porch where you can plop down on a chair after a ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 7th

I have always admired men. When in my teens, I was attracted to – we’re talking classic movie stars from the ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 30th

It is beyond my comprehension how, after many years of marriage, vast reservoirs of personal memories can gush forth when ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 23rd

One day after I had been investigating fires for about a year, I was standing outside a private residence in ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 16th

If only Grover hadn’t been such a competent detective. If only we hadn’t gone to the Pomfreys’ house that first ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 9th

I would not describe myself as a tough man. Left to my own devices I would rather grow cucumbers than ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 2nd

Although I’ve never felt like having an illicit love affair, stealing cars, or embezzling money, the temptation to sneak off ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 26th

I am not sure why my mother’s geraniums popped into my head last night. But they did. Gigantic, blindingly red ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 19th

Okay. Here is my arbitrary and capricious stab at literary analysis. It all started with a trip to my post ..