by Shelly Reuben on July 7th

It is late at night. Your body is screaming, “I need it. I have to have it. I’ll do anything ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 2nd

Do you want to write a book or choreograph a ballet? Can you envision your name in lights on a ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 5th

They are no longer young. They saw middle age receding in their rear view mirror many years ago. They are ..

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 ..