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 – ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 15th

It’s around the block; it’s in the air It’s here, it’s there, it’s everywhere! It’s fat and juicy. Bright and sweet. It’s perfect, ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 8th

I don’t know when I was introduced to “Enoch Arden” by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892), but I woke ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 1st

I used to smoke cigarettes. It was a long time ago, but during those years (my father disapproved: “If God had ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 25th

It was at a mystery writer’s convention many years ago that I first saw Peter Lovesey perform “The Autopsy Song” ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 18th

“I ain't afraid to love a man. I ain't afraid to shoot him either.” This peppery proclamation did not originate with ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 11th

Once upon a time, the President of the Universe sat in his office and looked down through the clouds at ..

by Shelly Reuben on October 4th

This column was supposed to give you hints about how to write a memoir, since 99.9% of the people I ..