by Shelly Reuben on September 5th

My pencils are sharpened. I have a dozen erasable pens at hand—six blue and six red. A stack ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 1st

Imagine this: You are a child. You are bedazzled by brightly painted high-stepping horses with long flowing manes, bejeweled ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 28th

Editor’s Note: The fol- lowing column originally appeared in the May 29, 2008 edition of The Evening Sun. Because I live ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 2nd

I think I was … um … mumble mumble years old before I realized that not everybody reads every single ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 4th

I was going to a funeral service last Saturday when I started to think about my life as a secret ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 14th

Jeff Genung allowed me to fulfill a dream. Before I met him, I had published books. I had married the man ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 8th

I have always thought of stores as celebrities, and their owners as the lead actors in fascinating plays. We don’t ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 14th

I did not come from a family of storytellers. Although my father was inventive, poetic, adorable, and loving he was ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 3rd

A friend of mine related these incidents. Then she swore me to silence with regard to names, dates, and places. ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 6th

I do terrible things to my secretaries. I snap at them “Stand up straight! You look like an old woman.” ..