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Tales Of An Educated Debutante

on life, loss and the joy that rules the day.


 




 
The future is far away and scary, but today is lovely.

Adrian H. Wood, PhD


He Sleeps

Wednesday, August 31, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
He Sleeps

He is sleeping, but now with me, with us. His leggy frame is sprawled out, limbs unwilling to be framed in with pillows, despite my best attempts. He sleeps unstill, but contentedly and I ponder. I wonder have we have been this long and never before shared our bed. Truly never. We have had the occasional interloper, but always required an entry ticket such as sickness or proof of nightmare. The only little one that has ever nestled in our bed was Clarke, now 12. Our chocolate la ..

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Seeking A Diagnosis

Tuesday, August 30, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Seeking A Diagnosis

I have awaited many invitations in my four decades, but none that stirred up emotions quite like this. I thought the time of awaiting invites was nearing an end for me. Gone are the days over excitement for word of a birthday party, a sleepover, a college acceptance or even the magic marriage proposal. No more jittery self waiting to hear, or so I thought. I was wrong, once again. How was I to know the biggest invitation would be looming on the horizon? I should have known; if only I ha ..

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Tick Tock

Tuesday, August 30, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Tick Tock

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. We wait with baited breath but of course we must exhale. We wait again. It's been over a month and nary a one. I had so hoped "Da da" would flow out and it didn't, hasn't, doesn't. It's hard to hope and have silence dash your deep rooted desires. Really hard. It doesn't mean never but it does mean, more time, waiting, patience and in that, I am struggling to seek joy. I'm stumbling today as I wait on the words. Words. Talking. Mumbling. Babbling. Jabberin ..

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A Letter to Their Teachers

Monday, August 29, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
A Letter to Their Teachers

I didn't write a real letter; it seemed a bit silly, but I wish I had. I want them to know. I want their teachers to know about our family and their common denominator, little brother Amos. I worry about him, I worry about them and I worry about them worrying about him. They do and I do and we do. We all wonder and tiptoe and hold our breath and we hope for Amos to just be one of the gang. He's not though and that's what I want you to know. There are four of them and he is the youn ..

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Welcome Back to the Morning Rat Race

Monday, August 29, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Welcome Back to the Morning Rat Race

Ahhh, nothing like being jolted from a warm bed, dreaming about a dear friend who is shockingly pregnant (my own night time soap opera) and then the alarm sounds and the race begins. I am the main character, the rat. My husband and children are the mice scurrying around aimlessly and asking questions like who putted it there? Did you sign my reading log? Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. Nope, an average of 6-8 times because my people repeat themselves. Often as they sit la ..

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To My Children on the First Day of School

Sunday, August 28, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
To My Children on the First Day of School

Be the one that is nice. Be the one that smiles. Be the one that goes the extra mile. Be the one that says hello first. Be the one that cheers. Be the one that has time. Be the one that makes room. Be the one that thinks first. Be the one that offers. Be the one that slows down. Be the one that asks. Be the one that includes. Be the one that waits. Be the one that understands. Be the one that admits. Be the one that cons ..

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Just A Police Officer

Saturday, August 27, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Just A Police Officer

He's just a police officer. One of our most traditional and respected occupations, though lately, it hasn't seemed like that. The stories that cross our television screens are often accusatory and negative and policemen have been losing their positions on the totem pole. Have we forgotten about the good ones? The good cops and the good stories? The real truth is those same people are saving lives and for that, we should be thankful. This past week, in my own small town, Corporal Tr ..

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Who Do You Think You Are, Ann Coulter?

Saturday, August 27, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Who Do You Think You Are, Ann Coulter?

She's 54 and was born in New York. She grew up with her parents and two brothers. She graduated from Cornell and has a law degree from the University of Michigan. She considers herself a journalist and was on the cover of Time magazine in 2005. In 2004, the Clare Boothe Luce Policy Institute gave Ann its annual conservative leadership award “for her unfailing dedication to truth, freedom and conservative values and for being an exemplar, in word and deed, of what a true leader is.” ..

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Ten Clues People Need to Go Back to School

Friday, August 26, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Ten Clues People Need to Go Back to School

1. The house is trashed. I don't mean a little messy. I mean trashed. Just this morning I found half of a sticky waffle under the couch and a dishrag soaked in coffee under a table. Guessing someone spilled the coffee that I never could find. 2. Physical aggression has escalated to new heights. My children generally enjoy one another, not perfectly but the fighting and crying from being choked, kicked and punched is on a par with legally defined assault. 3. My house is  ..

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I Am Not Your Mom

Friday, August 26, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
I Am Not Your Mom

I'm sorry, but I just can't take it any longer. My journey with my son Amos has led us down many medical paths and my role of mother is one I take earnestly and is truly, my proudest role and accomplishment. Being mother to four children is my proudest role, but so often when I walk into a hospital, I am left feeling like this position is an ill-fitting and paltry hat. The role of mother is lovely, but the classification as "Mom" depletes the amazingness of that role. Mom. Mom.  ..

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