Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

Every letter that my father wrote … all … all had about them an empurpled intensity … a flair …an ..

I left home when I was eighteen years old. I had the electricity of youth agitating through my veins, and ..

Samuel Reuben looked like a father, not like someone you would have an Oedipus complex about. He never seemed ..

I am in my bedroom with my sister, Selma. An imaginary center-line divides her side from mine. Her side has ..

Come Home. Love Dad Introducing Sam Reuben – Inventor, Poet, Husband ... Father I am writing this as a tribute to benevolence. ..

I was drowsing in a stuffy old armchair beside my window when I hear a sharp crack, as if something ..

I admit. It has been a while. Years, even. But I will never forget that first time. My expectations? I didn’t have ..

Last month, Cyd Charisse, the long-stemmed beauty who swirled her skirts and flashed her go-on-forever legs in MGM musicals, died. Elderly. ..

“Dear Melba Cortez: “I was seven years old when my parents enrolled me in your school. I was nine when we ..

Being in Los Angeles brings out the film fanatic in me. It starts when, looking up at the hills, I see ..

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