by Shelly Reuben on May 2nd

I disliked roses when I was growing up. My mother didn’t have any in our garden. Lilacs? Yes. Lily of the ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 25th

It was one of those days. One of those terrible, terrible days. That particular Wednesday had slammed all of the ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 18th

Once upon a time, there was a wizard named Wally … I mean a lizard named Larry … No. I ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 11th

Part of me wants this to be a “Once upon a time” story. But it might not have a legitimate ..

by Shelly Reuben on April 4th

The last time I saw Joe, I was with my family, eating, greeting, telling stories about this and that. After ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 28th

Hi there! I’m a jonquil, and I want to say “Hello.” And “Hi” from me, a daffodil. I’m yellow! Yellow! Yellow! From bright red ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 21st

Oops. I almost squashed you. Please excuse me. I didn’t see you sitting beside me on the shelf. Only 7.7 ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 14th

I’m not sure what modern horror made me wonder why today’s music is so depressing (maybe Kanye West selling swastika ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 7th

Although I’ve never had a wild desire to be a 21st Century Mata Hari, I admit to a certain admiration ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 28th

Whenever I think about my favorite writers, I image them hunched over manuscripts, their brains filled with plots, characters, and ..