by Shelly Reuben on October 27th

Joe Zion was the person we all would have wanted to have our backs if we’d had the misfortune to ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 20th

I don’t want to write this column. I don’t even want to think about the things that I don’t want ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 13th

I have a confession to make about my intelligence ... and my lame-brained density. My friend Jo Ann brought both ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 6th

This story was conveyed to me in staggered sentences and breathless gasps over a period of years by my friend ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 29th

I had my radio on this morning, and without realizing it, a huge smile drew a half-moon across my face. ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 22nd

About ten years ago, Al Ashforth, a successful thriller writer and my friend, stopped by my house on our way ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 15th

When I was growing up, my parents’ bookshelves were filled with all kinds of novels, and none was off limits. ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 8th

Every once in a while, I think about the comic books I read when I was a child. Ones like ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 1st

This little story is about endings and beginnings. It introduces two characters and a gate. Even though there are no ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 25th

Indulge me, please, as I time-travel into my past, holding in my mind an image of someone whom you may ..