I made believe I was an investigative journalist to uncover why I feel the Black Lives Matter symbol has come to mean something other than what it used to represent. What I discovered led me to want the Black Lives Matter sign removed at my apartment building.

When my wife Stefanie and I were deciding where to get fertility treatment to conceive a child, it dawned on us…of course we’d choose the complex where my semen has been stored in the basement for 22 years.

Covid-19 had begun spreading in the U.S. Leaders of organizations were scurrying to get their computer-based staff able to telework indefinitely. This is about one of those thrilling times in a desk job when I did something that may have really mattered.

Nobody could have predicted we’d have a new killer just after the Covid. This new virus that causes the disease known as Twenties/Thirties Respiratory Syndrome multiplied like coding bootcamps across the globe.

The Benjamin Rubenstein Newsletter

I started a storytelling podcast, Benjamin Rubenstein’s Storytells, and you can listen to the first story.

Rachel endured such suffering that I used to wonder if I could ever do what she did—live with cancer without any possibility of a cure, all while still observing the funny.

Benjamin Rubenstein unveils his new website.