by Shelly Reuben on April 4th

The last time I saw Joe, I was with my family, eating, greeting, telling stories about this and that. After ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 28th

Hi there! I’m a jonquil, and I want to say “Hello.” And “Hi” from me, a daffodil. I’m yellow! Yellow! Yellow! From bright red ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 21st

Oops. I almost squashed you. Please excuse me. I didn’t see you sitting beside me on the shelf. Only 7.7 ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 14th

I’m not sure what modern horror made me wonder why today’s music is so depressing (maybe Kanye West selling swastika ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 7th

Although I’ve never had a wild desire to be a 21st Century Mata Hari, I admit to a certain admiration ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 28th

Whenever I think about my favorite writers, I image them hunched over manuscripts, their brains filled with plots, characters, and ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 21st

I don’t know if I’m writing this because I recently saw a documentary on television about parents and teachers putting ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 14th

Six hens lived in the chicken coop at the McGilvery Farm. Milly, Josephine, and Mabel occupied the nesting boxes on ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 10th

A few days ago, I was strolling down Main Street when I walked past an old-fashioned barbershop. It had every ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 31st

Have you ever noticed (of course you have!) that a bewildering number of medications introduced over the past few dozen ..