by Shelly Reuben on December 29th

As kids, Danny and I used to place bets on when Ada’s hairpiece would fall off. At dinner, it ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 29th

Editor's Note: This is continued from The Avon Lady, also published in today's online edition. This should explain why, when ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 6th

Adapted from an earlier version of this column published in 2007 I had a tremendous advantage when I was growing up. ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 1st

Ideas breed like bunnies, and There really are a lot From which to pick as I prepare An outline for my plot: A big ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 4th

So there we were. Four friends: Margaret, twenty-one; her sister Justine, twenty-five; and their mother Pegeen, eternally young ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 7th

He was a short, slight man in his mid-fifties with a pleasant face and thinning hair. His last name ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 27th

This is one of my favorite columns, and I am re-publishing it today in honor of our veterans. Because I live ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 5th

There are certain days when magic is as necessary as breathing and as predictable as your next blink. You ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 7th

By Shelly Reuben And so, Clarissa sent Poppy an email inviting her former college roommate to dinner at Le Café on, ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 3rd

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