When the Doorman Is Your Main Man
When Cupid Is a Prying Journalist
Take Me as I Am, Whoever I Am
Rallying to Keep the Game Alive
At the Hospital, an Interlude of Clarity
So He Looked Like Dad. It Was Just Dinner, Right?
The Race Grows Sweeter Near Its Final Lap
On a Serpentine Road, With the Top Down
The Night Girl Finds a Day Boy
Strangers on a (Dublin) Train
A Life Plan for Two, Followed By One
Am I ...? Maybe This Quiz Will Tell Me
In the Waiting Room of Estranged Spouses
A Second Embrace, with Hearts and Eyes Open