by Shelly Reuben on March 6th

If you give it a moment’s thought, you might agree that love and war are not mutually exclusive. Consider, for ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 27th

Okay. So, as things stood in my living room on that Saturday morning, our bellies were full of bagels, but ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 20th

There is something comfortably anti-climactic about sitting down with fellow-investigators after a wildly energetic period of evidence collection. When, with ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 13th

After I arrived home – accompanied by Archie and our new friend Daffney, the normal-sized and weirdly adorable chickadee – ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 6th

Clayton Yonder – my boyfriend, my hero, and potentially the protector of all imperiled wildlife – did not call me ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 30th

There is an aspect of crisis management that is less dramatic than the urgency of dismantling an actual threat. It’s ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 23rd

After Special Investigator Clayton Yonder of the United States Parks Service Avian Slaughter Task Force – my boyfriend – told ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 16th

After Clayton Yonder arrived at my house, I brought him into the living room to introduce him to our avian ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 9th

Let me tell you about Florida, the Everglades, and snakes. Specifically: Burmese pythons. I came upon this information inadvertently, when ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 2nd

I was nervous the entire time I was driving home from the MRI clinic, and every few seconds, I glanced ..