Tag Archives: Woody Allen

Thank God For Friday And Other Stuff

I was rushing to fill the tank of my rental car at a gas station in Northern Kentucky when interruprted by a voice from behind.

“Ah, you don’t want to use that,” it said in a slow drawl. “It’s diesel.”

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Why I Empathize With Woody Allen

On Friday Woody Allen responded to his daughter Dylan’s sexual abuse allegations with a letter in the New York Times. (See New York Times).

When I read the Op-Ed I felt sick to my stomach, and not because I think the famous writer/director is a pedophile, and for the fact of the matter, nor did the experts at the Yale-New Haven Hospital who investigated the case 21 years ago and found Dylan’s claims unsubstantiated.  It’s because I too have been the target of an angry, vindictive ex years after we’ve parted ways.

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