Seasons & Episodes
When the Doorman Is Your Main Man
“Ours was a common and unsung friendship, that between women living in New York, single and alone, and the doormen who
When Cupid Is a Prying Journalist
“I tossed out one last question: ‘Have you ever been in love?’ No one, he said, had ever asked him that in an inte
Take Me as I Am, Whoever I Am
“My personal life was another story. In love there’s no hiding: You have to let someone know who you are, but I didn
Rallying to Keep the Game Alive
“We rallied, not with the adrenaline-pumping determination to win at all costs, but with the patience and control that
At the Hospital, an Interlude of Clarity
“There is never a good time to fall off your couch onto a martini glass and begin losing a dangerous amount of blood,
So He Looked Like Dad. It Was Just Dinner, Right?
“He was very handsome. He wore gray turtleneck sweaters and smelled like mint aftershave and old books. He was 55 and
Hers Was a World of One
“There was no guarantee that doing an open adoption would get us a baby any faster… in fact, our agency warned us th
The Race Grows Sweeter Near Its Final Lap
“Old love is different. In our 70s and 80s, we had been through enough of life’s ups and downs to know who we were,
On a Serpentine Road, With the Top Down
"Driving, with the top down, I’m reminded that I too can shift gears, face risk, handle inconvenience — and survive
The Night Girl Finds a Day Boy
"I'm a vampire, basically — going to bed around 8 or 9 a.m. and waking around 4 or 5 p.m. First dates usually go OK be
Strangers on a (Dublin) Train
"We met on a train. A perfect, flirtatious, six hours. The beginning of our love story? Trusting in the power of the uni
A Life Plan for Two, Followed By One
"He was everything a 10-year-old girl could ever hope for in a man. It was decided; I was in love. I started to wonder i
Am I ...? Maybe This Quiz Will Tell Me
"In retrospect, maybe I should have known who I was the first time I went looking for a quiz called 'Am I gay?' But I di
In the Waiting Room of Estranged Spouses
"A few months later, I was in the psychologist’s reception room, paying for my fourth really good cry, when a woman ca
How Do You Remember Me?
"I don’t remember his last name. He was handsome, with a nice smile and startlingly blue eyes. The sex was good, I thi
A Second Embrace, with Hearts and Eyes Open
"On this night, long after we had thrown in the towel on us, here we were again, crawling back into the ring. This time,
