by Shelly Reuben on April 5th

I am a writer. That is what I am. That is what I do. If an examination were performed on my ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 1st

Last week, I was driving in the rain from Oregon into Washington State along a road that I’ll call the ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 2nd

When I titled this column, I considered employing a more sophisticated word than “used” to describe the dear, dusty, musty ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 12th

Peter Lovesey, British crime novelist and winner of every writing award imaginable, has created an exceptional namesake in the character ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 1st

So there I was, sitting at home on my computer, minding my own business, when I got a terse email ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 3rd

My sister just called to remind me that “the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month” is ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 29th

GHITA REUBEN OLIT George Gershwin died on July 11, 1937. He was a handsome, brilliant, charismatic composer who wrote everything from ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 1st

I got the saddest letter a few weeks ago from Mike Edwards, the CEO of Borders, notifying me (and 1.8 ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 11th

What follows is a transcript of a conversation that might have happened. Once. Or that probably will happen. Eventually. It ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 7th

It is late at night. Your body is screaming, “I need it. I have to have it. I’ll do anything ..