by Shelly Reuben on April 26th

I’ll start at the end, after the credits begin to scroll down the screen. When the lights in the theater ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 7th

My bird feeder is a banquet of visual delight. I sit at my desk, try to write a sentence, and ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 3rd

When I was very young, I thought about wisdom the way other children think about prince charming or castles in ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 3rd

The way I see it, First Love can be broken down into two categories: Romantic love. Other. “Other” can include everything ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 23rd

So, somebody grabs you by the elbow and tells you that a book written by a little old lady who ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 25th

Usually on Thanksgiving, my thoughts go to the grandiose, like being grateful for perfect parents, or the incredible luck to ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 15th

As I was reading the interviews in 100 Voices: An Oral History of Ayn Rand, lyrics from the Comden ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 12th

When I was doing the job and living the life, I did not perceive Graphic Transformations as a bubbling caldron ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 2nd

The last time I saw Joe, I was with my family, eating, greeting, telling stories about this and that. After ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 5th

Linda just plain wasn’t a water person. She turned green when forced to take the Staten Island Ferry, and she ..