by Shelly Reuben on March 7th

Although I’ve never had a wild desire to be a 21st Century Mata Hari, I admit to a certain admiration ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 28th

Whenever I think about my favorite writers, I image them hunched over manuscripts, their brains filled with plots, characters, and ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 21st

I don’t know if I’m writing this because I recently saw a documentary on television about parents and teachers putting ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 14th

Six hens lived in the chicken coop at the McGilvery Farm. Milly, Josephine, and Mabel occupied the nesting boxes on ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 10th

A few days ago, I was strolling down Main Street when I walked past an old-fashioned barbershop. It had every ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 31st

Have you ever noticed (of course you have!) that a bewildering number of medications introduced over the past few dozen ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 24th

Winter weary Winter Woe I am sick of All this snow. Sniffles. Sneezes Runny nose Frigid fingers Frigid toes. Eaves and gutters Frozen ice Petrified Stalactites.  Walk with peril. Drive with dread Ice ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 17th

When she was very young, Marigold had a habit of sticking out her lower lip when she was angry. Her ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 10th

The fireplace is going crackle, crackle, crackle, and when I look into it, I amuse myself by thinking up ways ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 3rd

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