by Shelly Reuben on April 4th

I was going to a funeral service last Saturday when I started to think about my life as a secret ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 14th

Jeff Genung allowed me to fulfill a dream. Before I met him, I had published books. I had married the man ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 8th

I have always thought of stores as celebrities, and their owners as the lead actors in fascinating plays. We don’t ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 14th

I did not come from a family of storytellers. Although my father was inventive, poetic, adorable, and loving he was ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 3rd

A friend of mine related these incidents. Then she swore me to silence with regard to names, dates, and places. ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 6th

I do terrible things to my secretaries. I snap at them “Stand up straight! You look like an old woman.” ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 15th

Hurricanes do terrible things. And wonderful things. We know about the bad stuff. Floods. Electrical failure. Destruction. Homelessness. And, of ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 11th

I don’t care how far away the Bronx Zoo is from where you live. Distances are navigable; airplane tickets can ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 13th

Dear, Dear Post Office: My earliest memories of you are not of letters sent by Uncles and Aunts, but of pen ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 2nd

There are all sorts of hypotheses about what happens to us after we die. Some believe that, like Clarence in ..