by Shelly Reuben on October 31st

A poem by Shelly Reuben We get up each day, In the usual way. Feet first on the rug on ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 24th

Many of you may be happily familiar with Anna Mary Robertson – popularly known as Grandma Moses. Others may not. ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 17th

I am a firm believer in reality. I don’t remember when or where I first heard the words “Reality exists,” ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 10th

It is a common misconception that all fictional characters are based on an author’s friends, foes, or family. In fact, ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 3rd

Poem by Shelly Reuben Multitask, I cannot do; I can perform one task. Not two. I cannot throw a ball ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 26th

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

by Shelly Reuben on September 19th

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 ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 12th

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

by Shelly Reuben on September 5th

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 ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 29th

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