by Shelly Reuben on September 11th

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

by Shelly Reuben on September 4th

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

by Shelly Reuben on August 28th

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

by Shelly Reuben on August 21st

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

by Shelly Reuben on August 14th

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

by Shelly Reuben on August 7th

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

by Shelly Reuben on July 31st

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

by Shelly Reuben on July 24th

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

by Shelly Reuben on July 17th

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

by Shelly Reuben on July 10th

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