by Shelly Reuben on December 17th

My friend Jeannie and I have a ritual. Well, something less than a ritual, since it comes at no prearranged ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 10th

It was the first Veteran’s Day parade I had gone to since my husband died. He, Charlie, had been a soldier ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 3rd

Something to think about in the season of dreams Do you want to write a book or choreograph a ballet? Can ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 26th

It Came From… is a marvelous book that achieves what it sets out to do, comparing movies with their source ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 19th

My great nephew was seven-years-old when he first set foot on my dark blue Palace Garden Aubusson rug. My ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 12th

This is the last chapter of Shelly Reuben’s new novel. If you missed any earlier ones, you can find them ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 5th

Chiquita Bamberger released Lilly’s arm, took a step back, and studied the girl. “You are an interesting young woman, Lilly Snow.” ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 29th

Jimmy Christmas and Daisy Dalrymple set about building a snowman within minutes of arriving at Primrose Park. After they had ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 22nd

The last pair to arrive at the part were Miracle Elsie Abbot and her niece Jane. Miracle, as always, wore ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 15th

A perfect day never announces itself with a weather report or by peeking through a window or a glass door. ..