Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

He was a short, slight man in his mid-fifties with a pleasant face and thinning hair. His last name ..

This is one of my favorite columns, and I am re-publishing it today in honor of our veterans. Because I live ..

There are certain days when magic is as necessary as breathing and as predictable as your next blink. You ..

By Shelly Reuben And so, Clarissa sent Poppy an email inviting her former college roommate to dinner at Le Café on, ..

I am not sure why my mother’s geraniums popped into my head last night. But they did. Gigantic, ..

Come with me. We are going to take a trip into the past. We will stay just a short time. ..

Most of us have read a book or two by John Steinbeck. Possibly The Peal – about an innocent ..

Once upon a time, there was a little, mischievous elf. His hair was sliver-blond, his eyes were silver-blue and ..

They spend more time alone than almost anyone, Able to stand long hours in line Without seeming to get bored. They stare at, ..

To correct a misapprehension held by many writers (and readers), typographical errors are not mistakes. They are spite oozing ..

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