by Shelly Reuben on November 21st

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

by Shelly Reuben on November 14th

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

by Shelly Reuben on November 7th

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

by Shelly Reuben on October 31st

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

by Shelly Reuben on October 24th

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

by Shelly Reuben on October 17th

I am a firm believer in reality. I don’t remember when or where I first heard the words “Reality exists,” ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 10th

It is a common misconception that all fictional characters are based on an author’s friends, foes, or family. In fact, ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 3rd

Poem by Shelly Reuben Multitask, I cannot do; I can perform one task. Not two. I cannot throw a ball ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 26th

I was thumbing through my newspaper the other day when I came upon a story lamenting that certain species – ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 19th

A poem by Shelly Reuben. Good Grief! Good Grief! I’m getting short. A process I’d like to abort. This attribute of getting old When ..