Shelly Reuben 's Stories

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

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

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

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

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

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

I started thinking about kids and drugs and parents and teen suicides and all manner of depressing statistics that characterize ..

Last night, I was hunched over Charlotte Brontë’s novel Jane Eyre, enjoying the pleasant feel of the heavy tome on ..

She crept through the tall grass, as silent as the falling of a feather. Far off in the distance shone ..

Although time and again, we have been told that Halloween originated as a Celtic religious celebration, we respectfully poo poo ..

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