Shelly Reuben 's Stories

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 ..

It was the first Memorial Day parade that I’d gone to since my husband died. He, Warren, had been a soldier ..

I have two secret vices, and I love to be caught out on both. The first concerns driving. When I am ..

So imagine yourself with a sloped forehead, a hairy body, and stubby toes. You are sitting outside a cave in ..

I once was calm and elegant, A credit to my sex. With nothing to disturb my poise … To bother or perplex. I baked; ..

I just meandered through an exhibition of Mac Conner’s paintings at the Delaware Art Museum, and I am joyfully agog. Most ..

We watched as Jarvis Larchmont strode toward Meg, who was digging in the dirt. Although none of us liked him, we ..

Meg’s parents despaired at their daughter’s despair. Even Meg’s father Arthur, who had liked dogs more than birds until ..

My Mostly Happy Life: Autobiography of a Climbing Tree By Shelly Reuben Chapter 6 – Ethan’s Best Friend Now I have to ..

Trees get to know a lot of people. The longer we live, the more people we know. And the ..

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