by Shelly Reuben on March 3rd

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

by Shelly Reuben on February 1st

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

by Shelly Reuben on January 14th

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

by Shelly Reuben on December 3rd

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

by Shelly Reuben on November 5th

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

by Shelly Reuben on October 1st

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

by Shelly Reuben on September 3rd

This little story is about endings and beginnings. It introduces two characters and a gate. Even though there ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 6th

Sometimes, life gives you a gift. It could be an ideal mate. It could be the dream house you’ve been ..

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: ..