A mom I had never met who lives in another state reached me on my office phone today. She was upset, really upset, as moms will get when the possible suffering of kids is callously ignored. The mom called me because she found a Huffington Post piece I had written in defense of Dylan Farrow, who accused Woody Allen, her mother Mia Farrow's former lover and partner in life and in work, of molesting her in the attic of her home when she was 7 years old. You most likely know the horrific alleged incidents Dylan described. You know also that for varying reasons the case did not continue, that Allen's defenders attacked Mia Farrow, and that Allen denied everything, blaming all on his former partner.
When I received the call today I was on deadline for a book I am researching on burnout, and had completely missed this news. What I learned, researching the story myself, did not burn me out, but it did burn me up!