by Shelly Reuben on April 30th

Samuel Reuben loved Chicago. When my mother made him leave the gray stucco house at 4907 North Bernard Street, where ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 23rd

When my father wrote me these letters, I was living in Princeton, New Jersey, commuting to my job in Manhattan, ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 16th

Question: What, exactly, was my father? Answer: He was the personification of his favorite word, which he both used and ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 9th

One thing I always liked most about having been brought up in a conservative Jewish home, was that the religious ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 2nd

It was infinitely possible for me to leave home and become an adventuress, because I was so secure in the ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 26th

AUTHOR NOTE: I don’t know how I happened to get a hold of this next letter, but I’m grateful that ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 19th

My father and I are the only members of our family unencumbered by a college education. Clearly, the lack of ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 12th

My sister Selma tells a wonderful story about the profound, lengthy and beautifully philosophical letters that our father sent her ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 5th

When I was at the University of Missouri for an ill-fated attempt at finishing college, I bought a Honda 50 ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 26th

When I lived in New York City, I was so eager to get letters from home that I tore open ..