by Shelly Reuben on January 13th

David Copperfield makes me cry. This has happened twice. Over 25 years ago, I was writing a novel about the mayor ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 6th

Hello. My name is Archibald Cherish. And therein lies a story. It began, I suppose, as all stories do, on ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 30th

This is a tale about a man who did things to time that were more or less impossible, but nonetheless ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 23rd

I have this pair of mittens (Well, in actual fact, it’s four) That I’ve received as gifts so far And soon, I’ll get ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 16th

It’s pretty easy to tell when I’m working on a book, because I become happily obsessed with words. They circle ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 9th

Had she been given a choice, Mabel the Cow would have preferred a different name. In her heart of hearts, ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 2nd

Once upon a time, there was a little, mischievous elf. His hair was sliver-blond, his eyes were silver-blue and his ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 25th

The sentiments I expressed years ago in this column are just as relevant today. So, please, put your digital ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 18th

I recently finished writing a novel. It is an arson mystery called DOE EYES, and I like it a lot. ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 11th

When I was but a lass and my family got together at Thanksgiving, I was always surprised that before we ..