Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

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

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

Adapted from an earlier version of this column published in 2007 I had a tremendous advantage when I was growing up. ..

Ideas breed like bunnies, and There really are a lot From which to pick as I prepare An outline for my plot: A big ..

So there we were. Four friends: Margaret, twenty-one; her sister Justine, twenty-five; and their mother Pegeen, eternally young ..

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, ..

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