by Shelly Reuben on March 10th

Elizabeth Fox was one of those English teachers who knew the names and personalities of all her students. She did ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 3rd

When I was filling a paper cup with coffee at a food mart the other day, a portly man sauntered ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 24th

An unpredictable set of circumstances brought me from the Midwest to a confrontation with a failed actress in a tenement ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 17th

Even before he murdered my beautiful, beautiful daughter, I was afraid for Echo’s life. She was kind and sensitive and illuminated ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 10th

My name is Chester McBride. I taught literature at a community college for twenty-six years. In the course of my career, I ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 3rd

From the day that Frances met Will -- the same day they became partners – it was, for her, as ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 27th

My name is Celeste Ballantine. I am an actress and an educator, and my life has always been about appearance. I ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 20th

In 1729, forty-seven years before the Founding Fathers signed the Declaration of Independence, Jonathan Swift – the same Swift who ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 13th

David Copperfield makes me cry. This has happened twice. Over 25 years ago, I was writing a novel about the mayor ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 6th

Hello. My name is Archibald Cherish. And therein lies a story. It began, I suppose, as all stories do, on ..