In 1992 I was living in London, right out of college.  I was a young woman with little knowledge of what having kids was like, nor was it anything I had ever really given much thought to.  I worked during the day and spent my evenings and weekends gallivanting around town seeing plays, hearing bands, drinking in pubs. After a lifetime of loving Woody Allen, I was drawn to the scandal that erupted around his name and image when the Vanity Fair story broke reporting his fully emerged family scandal. I picked up every publication covering it and read it in … [Read more...]