by Shelly Reuben on January 24th

Winter weary Winter Woe I am sick of All this snow. Sniffles. Sneezes Runny nose Frigid fingers Frigid toes. Eaves and gutters Frozen ice Petrified Stalactites.  Walk with peril. Drive with dread Ice ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 17th

When she was very young, Marigold had a habit of sticking out her lower lip when she was angry. Her ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 10th

The fireplace is going crackle, crackle, crackle, and when I look into it, I amuse myself by thinking up ways ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 3rd

My name is Chester McBride. I taught literature in Community College for 26 years. In the course of my career, I ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 27th

I was brought up during an era when milk was delivered to the door. It came in thick glass bottles ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 20th

‘Tis the season of self-denial. ‘Tis the season for self-righteous pontificator to tell us that we are materialistic fools, and ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 13th

Here is my annual (very good advice) poem about saving money by … re-gifting! I have this pair of mittens (Well, in actual ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 6th

It being the Christmas season and all that, I thought it would be fun to scatter around a little “Bah ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 29th

After seeing an ad for used books on my computer the other day, I got to thinking about missed opportunities. The ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 22nd

I have a confession to make. It’s pretty much an embarrassment, as I’ve always thought of myself as a red – ..