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Big Footsteps - Sgt. Samuel Moses Hurwitz

By Shelly Reuben Contributor INTRODUCTION When we were little kids, we had fathers, brothers, or uncles who walked ahead of us in the snow. We gingerly placed our feet int... read more...


The accidental invention of Autumn

By Shelly Reuben Once upon a time, the President of the Universe sat in his office and looked down through the clouds at planet earth. All things considered, he reflected ... read more...


I am writer. Hear me snore.

My pencils are sharpened. I have a dozen erasable pens at hand—six blue and six red. A stack of legal pads is within an arm’s reach. The first is sitting, blank and invitin... read more...


There is no breeze like a breeze on a Carousel

Imagine this: You are a child. You are bedazzled by brightly painted high-stepping horses with long flowing manes, bejeweled bridles, and colorful saddles. The horses pra... read more...


Eyes right

Editor’s Note: The fol- lowing column originally appeared in the May 29, 2008 edition of The Evening Sun. Because I live only half a block from the parade route, over the ye... read more...


Plots ... The Training Ground

I think I was … um … mumble mumble years old before I realized that not everybody reads every single word describing every single movie that was ever made. Actually, this rea... read more...


Contraband reading ... and other happy misdeeds

I was going to a funeral service last Saturday when I started to think about my life as a secret reader. A friend, knowing I had to attend a Greek Orthodox mass, casually men... read more...


Jeff Genung is off to slay new dragons. Great Caesar’s Ghost!

Jeff Genung allowed me to fulfill a dream. Before I met him, I had published books. I had married the man of my dreams. I’d even had enough adventures to satisfy Harry Potter... read more...


Little shops closing – big dreams dying

I have always thought of stores as celebrities, and their owners as the lead actors in fascinating plays. We don’t really know these people whom we see so peripherally, yet th... read more...


To every era, its magnificence

I did not come from a family of storytellers. Although my father was inventive, poetic, adorable, and loving he was not chatty. Getting him to talk was like trying to pry open... read more...


A big truck and a little gnome with cookies

A friend of mine related these incidents. Then she swore me to silence with regard to names, dates, and places. When I said, “Well, if you’d rather, I can always write about s... read more...


Get a grip

I do terrible things to my secretaries. I snap at them “Stand up straight! You look like an old woman.” Or, “How can you wear shoes without socks in the dead of winter?” Or... read more...


A father. A mother. A hurricane. And a song.

Hurricanes do terrible things. And wonderful things. We know about the bad stuff. Floods. Electrical failure. Destruction. Homelessness. And, of course, stranded airplanes. M... read more...


Tripping over Peacocks and Laughing at Mice. A Day at the Bronx Zoo.

I don’t care how far away the Bronx Zoo is from where you live. Distances are navigable; airplane tickets can be bought; and when you get to New York City, you can sleep on th... read more...


Deliver De-letter, De-sooner, De-better

Dear, Dear Post Office: My earliest memories of you are not of letters sent by Uncles and Aunts, but of pen pals from far, far away. I would race home from school, shout, “Da... read more...



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