by Shelly Reuben on July 2nd

The word “art” lends itself to drama, since artists are so often portrayed as passionate, arrogant, and angry. Think ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 2nd

I have always romanticized newspapermen. My image of a reporter was (and is) right out of a 1940’s movie: ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 7th

I don’t know why you kept asking me if I’d write about you. I told you I never write ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 2nd

I am sitting at my dining room table. To my right are five issues of the National Geographic. ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 5th

One day after I had been investigating fires for about a year, I was standing outside a private residence in ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 5th

When I was in high school, I believed that the doughy bread in a sandwich roll should be dug out ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 2nd

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

by Shelly Reuben on December 5th

From the day Francis met Will—the same day that they became partners—it was as if, for her, the rest of ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 6th

Today, I’m going to tell you a story. It’s a mystery, as good or better than the fictional ones ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 3rd

Life creates circumstances during which people are plopped in our paths, and for good or for ill we exert something ..