Ben Stein

I first met Rob Reiner the first week I moved to Los Angeles in the summer of 1976. He was…

It’s Christmas here in Beverly Hills. The nearby shopping street of shopping streets, Rodeo Drive, is lit and decorated beyond…

Old age. Terrifying. Really scary. An invariably lethal disease. Not just sometimes. Invariably. And I used to think it was…

December 1, 2025 Now, for a few humble thoughts on the first day of the last month of 2025. First,…

My goddess, my dream girl since I saw her gliding towards me in a light blue satin dress at a…

We Americans are bedeviled night and day by inflation. It’s a curse, an albatross around the necks of homemakers, widows,…

I am now going to tell you something helpful. I have lived now for almost 81 years. For the last…

I’m old. Really old. Eighty years old. This is not as glamorous as it might sound. My health has been…

I am now 80 years old. Let’s not kid ourselves: That’s OLD. I have a number of observations about life,…

I am married to the finest human being on the planet. Her name is Alexandra Denman. I met her in…