by Shelly Reuben on August 28th

I left home when I was eighteen years old. I had the electricity of youth agitating through my veins, and ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 21st

Samuel Reuben looked like a father, not like someone you would have an Oedipus complex about. He never seemed ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 14th

I am in my bedroom with my sister, Selma. An imaginary center-line divides her side from mine. Her side has ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 7th

Come Home. Love Dad Introducing Sam Reuben – Inventor, Poet, Husband ... Father I am writing this as a tribute to benevolence. ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 31st

I was drowsing in a stuffy old armchair beside my window when I hear a sharp crack, as if something ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 24th

I admit. It has been a while. Years, even. But I will never forget that first time. My expectations? I didn’t have ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 17th

Last month, Cyd Charisse, the long-stemmed beauty who swirled her skirts and flashed her go-on-forever legs in MGM musicals, died. Elderly. ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 10th

“Dear Melba Cortez: “I was seven years old when my parents enrolled me in your school. I was nine when we ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 3rd

Being in Los Angeles brings out the film fanatic in me. It starts when, looking up at the hills, I see ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 26th

Today, I had one of those ‘gone but not forgotten” moments. It involved my friend, Betty Ulius, who died ..