Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

My name is Chester McBride. I taught literature in Community College for 26 years. In the course of my career, I ..

I was brought up during an era when milk was delivered to the door. It came in thick glass bottles ..

‘Tis the season of self-denial. ‘Tis the season for self-righteous pontificator to tell us that we are materialistic fools, and ..

Here is my annual (very good advice) poem about saving money by … re-gifting! I have this pair of mittens (Well, in actual ..

It being the Christmas season and all that, I thought it would be fun to scatter around a little “Bah ..

After seeing an ad for used books on my computer the other day, I got to thinking about missed opportunities. The ..

I have a confession to make. It’s pretty much an embarrassment, as I’ve always thought of myself as a red – ..

It’s around the block; it’s in the air It’s here, it’s there, it’s everywhere! It’s fat and juicy. Bright and sweet. It’s perfect, ..

I don’t know when I was introduced to “Enoch Arden” by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892), but I woke ..

I used to smoke cigarettes. It was a long time ago, but during those years (my father disapproved: “If God had ..

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