by Shelly Reuben on December 20th

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

by Shelly Reuben on December 13th

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

by Shelly Reuben on December 6th

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

by Shelly Reuben on November 29th

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

by Shelly Reuben on November 22nd

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

by Shelly Reuben on November 15th

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, ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 8th

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

by Shelly Reuben on November 1st

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

by Shelly Reuben on October 25th

It was at a mystery writer’s convention many years ago that I first saw Peter Lovesey perform “The Autopsy Song” ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 18th

“I ain't afraid to love a man. I ain't afraid to shoot him either.” This peppery proclamation did not originate with ..