'Ali is holding my hand in public. I’m a little unsure how to deal with it. It started innocuously enough. A gentle pressure on my fingers as we were crossing the street. I thought he was just guiding me through the oncoming traffic. Then, as we were walking down the boulevard, it escalated. His hand was swallowing mine. It was the confidence of a man used to holding the hands of others. He had already given me three kisses when he saw me (frankly, two more than I think is ever appropriate). And there on the boulevard he took the opportunity to tell me that he loved me. That he missed me.' (Introduction)

'For reasons that are still unclear to me, I agreed to go on a ten-day camel trek with my parents. When they invited me my initial reaction was I ’ve got a whole LIFE going on here, I can’t just take off. I had a pile of junk mail to read and some pretty firm dinner plans. A few weeks later I was at a party where I didn’t think much of the people. Or, more accurately, I didn’t think the people thought much of me. So I wandered outside, thought, Phooey to you, city living, and texted my parents. “I’m in.”' (Introduction)

'You walk into La Mama’s familiar, intimate space, with the creaky staircase going up to the tiny office-come-changing room and the walls famously covered with an inch-thick layer of paint from the thousands of productions that have passed through it, and you feel it. Every time. All the passions rehearsed over the years have soaked into its very substance. Whether you’ve been an audience member or one of the many artists who have performed there, La Mama Theatre is a crucible of memory.' (Introduction)

'The article reviews the theatrical production "Bennelong," by the Bangarra Dance Theatre at the Sydney Opera House in Australia'