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The shoulders of giants

Imagine this. You are a child. Your reading-age is somewhere between Just So Stories and Robinson Crusoe. You are ..


Refigerator Magnets and the End of Civilization

Last week, I tried to give a birthday present to my friend. I was certain at the time that ..


Refigerator Magnets and the End of Civilization

Last week, I tried to give a birthday present to my friend. I was certain at the time that ..


The Jewelry Counter

<EM>I'll tell you a story: A fiction column by Shelly Reuben</em> My name is Chester McBride. I taught literature in Community College ..


Be a lady, Fred

My mother’s words were magic wands that cast spells over miles and generations. Certainly, three of those words, “Be ..


Big Footsteps - Sgt. Samuel Moses Hurwitz

By Shelly Reuben Contributor INTRODUCTION When we were little kids, we had fathers, brothers, or uncles who walked ahead of us in the ..


The accidental invention of Autumn

By Shelly Reuben Once upon a time, the President of the Universe sat in his office and looked down through the ..


I am writer. Hear me snore.

My pencils are sharpened. I have a dozen erasable pens at hand—six blue and six red. A stack ..


There is no breeze like a breeze on a Carousel

Imagine this: You are a child. You are bedazzled by brightly painted high-stepping horses with long flowing manes, bejeweled ..


Eyes right

Editor’s Note: The fol- lowing column originally appeared in the May 29, 2008 edition of The Evening Sun. Because I live ..


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