Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

When I called Ollie during my rare trips home, he remembered me. Every time. But I never gave him the ..

Ever since I left home, I always asked about Ollie when I came back. It wasn’t that it was at ..

What follows is the first letter I received from my father after my brother, Michael, died. April 3, 1974 Dear Shelly, When nature ..

My brother, Mikey, died on a beautiful day. The temperature was eighty degrees. He had borrowed his friend’s raft. It ..

After everyone else had gone home from Michael’s funeral, I stayed on with Mom, Dad and my brother Chucky, and ..

My brother, Michael Asher Reuben, was a talented, passionate, virile, handsome young man who wanted to write scripts, produce movies, ..

July 28, 1973 My dear Shelly, Why don’t you give up on New York City and come back to Chicago and Highland ..

To be a landlord is to be imprisoned in the last form of sanctioned slavery in this country. It is ..

I grew up during the bad years. Urban Renewal had come within block of my father’s buildings. New government-subsidized ..

In the early 1900’s, my grandfather, Shepsel Reuben, opened a little general store at 656 Maxwell Street in Chicago. Maxwell ..

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