Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

I was thumbing through my newspaper the other day when I came upon a story lamenting that certain species – ..

A poem by Shelly Reuben. Good Grief! Good Grief! I’m getting short. A process I’d like to abort. This attribute of getting old When ..

When I was younger (like last week), I had this irritating habit of believing that what happened in novels was ..

I’ll get up! I’ll get up! I said. I said. As I snuggled beneath my quilt. I hid my head And played quite dead. Without ..

I DON’T REPUBLISH THIS EVERY YEAR. ONLY WHEN SUMMER WAS PERFECT….AS IT IS NOW. Once upon a time Summer, clothed in ..

When I was a girl, I loved watching how women were portrayed in old movies on TV. Unlike my wonderful ..

So, there I was minding my own business when my In-Box pinged, and I noticed a “Contact Submission” from my ..

This won’t be a ramble about how to remove ear wax with a blowtorch or polish your kitchen floor with ..

Thanks to Mom and Dad and Doctor Victor Aberdeen. Thanks to Liberal Arts and Science. To My Post Grad Dean. Thanks for ..

I have never been able to think about my favorite writers without imagining them hunched over manuscripts, their brains filled ..

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