Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

It had been several days since Archie and I met outside the clinic where we’d undergone our MRIs. Mine … ..

It was definitely an odd scenario. I, standing in front of the fireplace with a puzzled, yet (I hope) compassionate ..

After Archie left the store that sold “Repurposed Goods,” he flew directly to my house. He’d never visited my home ..

Archibald – no-last-name, no-middle-initial – the half-ounce chickadee who got sucked into an MRI machine several weeks ago and was ..

I am going to categorize this story as “fiction,” because even though it happened, and happened to me, I’m having ..

The “Rose” in the title isn’t the name of a woman. Not even one with a porcelain complexion, dainty hands, ..

With Veteran’s Day (which we used to call Armistice Day, and in Canada is called Remembrance Day) earlier this week, ..

Okay. So. Here’s the deal. There are times in our lives when, not only is exercise the last thing on ..

A poem by Shelly Reuben We get up each day, In the usual way. Feet first on the rug on ..

Many of you may be happily familiar with Anna Mary Robertson – popularly known as Grandma Moses. Others may not. ..

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