by Shelly Reuben on June 9th

We watched as Jarvis Larchmont strode toward Meg, who was digging in the dirt. Although none of us liked him, we ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 31st

Meg’s parents despaired at their daughter’s despair. Even Meg’s father Arthur, who had liked dogs more than birds until ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 24th

My Mostly Happy Life: Autobiography of a Climbing Tree By Shelly Reuben Chapter 6 – Ethan’s Best Friend Now I have to ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 6th

EVENING SUN: Can you tell our readers what to expect? SHELLY REUBEN: Yes. Happily. On successive Fridays, ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 2nd

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

by Shelly Reuben on February 2nd

I want to invite you to a picnic. It will take place on a cliff overlooking an ocean so ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 5th

I want to tell you about my friend Jackie. For a long time, she has been a steadfast colleague. ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 29th

As kids, Danny and I used to place bets on when Ada’s hairpiece would fall off. At dinner, it ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 29th

Editor's Note: This is continued from The Avon Lady, also published in today's online edition. This should explain why, when ..