For over 20 years, mom has made weekly trips to see Deb, her hair dresser. Often my mother would regale me with tales of woe. Not her own, but poor Deb's. My mom, a psychotherapist by training, had great empathy for Deb, a single mother whose history was marred by misfortune. But there was only one problem with this relationship. Deb could not cut hair.
The attention given to Justin Harris, whose computer showed he'd read online about leaving children in a locked car and what it's like to serve time before his 22-month-old son was found dead in his car, made me anxious about searching for sites offering extra-marital affairs. I hope bloggers are given a pass.