by Shelly Reuben on October 24th

Many of you may be happily familiar with Anna Mary Robertson – popularly known as Grandma Moses. Others may not. ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 17th

I am a firm believer in reality. I don’t remember when or where I first heard the words “Reality exists,” ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 10th

It is a common misconception that all fictional characters are based on an author’s friends, foes, or family. In fact, ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 3rd

Poem by Shelly Reuben Multitask, I cannot do; I can perform one task. Not two. I cannot throw a ball ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 26th

I was thumbing through my newspaper the other day when I came upon a story lamenting that certain species – ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 19th

A poem by Shelly Reuben. Good Grief! Good Grief! I’m getting short. A process I’d like to abort. This attribute of getting old When ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 12th

When I was younger (like last week), I had this irritating habit of believing that what happened in novels was ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 5th

I’ll get up! I’ll get up! I said. I said. As I snuggled beneath my quilt. I hid my head And played quite dead. Without ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 29th

I DON’T REPUBLISH THIS EVERY YEAR. ONLY WHEN SUMMER WAS PERFECT….AS IT IS NOW. Once upon a time Summer, clothed in ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 22nd

When I was a girl, I loved watching how women were portrayed in old movies on TV. Unlike my wonderful ..