by Shelly Reuben on December 27th

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

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” ..