Shelly Reuben 's Stories

I was listening to an Old Time radio station the other day when a tune came on that I hadn’t ..

Here comes a year, bran spanking new To greet, clear-eyed and strong. (Or not) To face, whatever may ensue, Intent to do no wrong. (Wishful ..

O. Henry has always been one of my favorite authors. When people ask me where I learned how to write, ..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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