by Shelly Reuben on November 9th

By Shelly Reuben I have recently learned, I’m embarrassed to say (And in knowing I’m now panic-stricken) Of the arduous trials in the ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 5th

My little guy’s name is Homer, and he is a ferret. His name could just as easily be Rover or Lassie, ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 7th

A lover dreams that he’ll be loved; He plans and plots and schemes. He writes his sweetheart poems in Pursuance of his dreams. ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 3rd

Old guys like me fall in love at least once a week. It is a harmless occupation more akin to ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 6th

This saga recounts my quest to find a novel that could grab my attention like a hand gripping my throat ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 1st

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

by Shelly Reuben on May 4th

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

by Shelly Reuben on April 6th

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

by Shelly Reuben on March 2nd

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

by Shelly Reuben on February 14th

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