Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

A short story by Shelly Reuben June 1, 2018 Hyacinth was 20 years old when ..

Is it a pleasure, or is it a pain… The launch of a brand new book? Regardless of which (for me it’s ..

I usually keep my two careers somewhat divided. As a mystery novelist, I write about crime, motive, and opportunity. As a ..

First and foremost, I miss telephones. Real ones with heavy bases we could rest on our laps, key pads we ..

Forgetting youthful angst of the “When is he (she) going to call me?” variety, let’s get down to basics and ..

Recently, I sold the row house where I had lived for over thirty years. I was more than happy about ..

It isn’t often that two of my heroes, living centuries apart, can collide magnificently in a darkened movie theater on ..

Of the thousands of stories my late husband told me that I should have written down (but did not), a ..

I have this pair of mittens (Well, in actual fact, it’s four) That I’ve received as gifts so far And soon, I’ll get ..

It was the first Memorial Day parade that I’d gone to since my husband died. He, Warren, had been a soldier ..

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