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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


It's Not Enough

Friday, December 14, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
It's Not Enough

Hania, My thoughts have swirled with little else but you. Your funeral was a week ago and since then, we have learned your death was not just an evil tragedy, but a sorrowful culmination of human error. Of course, you were captured by your rapist and killer, over a month ago, but your fate was secured by a disk of evidence that vanished. It’s not enough. The district attorney has expressed his sorrow and regret. The police have acknowledged their ineptness, how the m ..

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No Words

Thursday, December 13, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
No Words

I’m angry this morning, but most of all, sad. It shouldn’t matter WHO is raped or WHERE they live or WHAT they do, but in Lumberton, it does. According to FBI crime data from 2016, residents there have a 1 in 55 chance of being raped, assaulted or killed. Terrible things happen on this earth every single day, but none are worse than the events that could have easily been prevented. A thirteen year old NC girl was abducted, raped and murdered and it was totally preventa ..

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Trolley Rides

Wednesday, December 12, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Trolley Rides

Dear Trolley Driver, Thank you for the lift today. We’ve been having a rough go of it, lately. By we, I mean Amos. He’s been out of sorts the last couple weeks and this morning, his teacher and I tried to figure out why. Maybe, Christmas? Or all the rain? Maybe he’s just worn out from school. It’s the autism that so often makes things tricky and though, he’s talking more and making progress, in other ways, life is harder. No rain meant the playground was fair game  ..

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Axel's Dad

Tuesday, December 11, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Axel's Dad

I only know him as Axel’s dad. Axel, the boy on my son’s middle school soccer team. We wave, smile, make small talk as our families watch nail biting games on cold fields in eastern North Carolina. Last night, I saw a different side of Axel’s dad. A friend had invited our whole family to dinner and when my husband said he didn’t feel well, I headed out in the sleet to Mamasita's (https://www.facebook.com/Mamasitas2/?__tn__=K-R&eid=ARBZlgF21MF7ET9g3tH7dq1SAf62t8PEE4-GDa2MA ..

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Hania’s Mother

Monday, December 10, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Hania’s Mother

I wonder if her heart broke all over again. The loss of a child is surely the greatest hurt and yet, the manner of which it occurs plays a pivotal role on the heart. I watched my parents grieve their son, a 19 year old boy whose life was snuffed out by cancer and it was so very hard. What if he had been kidnapped? Raped? Murdered? There are no words. Like many, I imagine, Hania’s mother has been so present in my thoughts. Yesterday, as she buried her thirteen y ..

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Amos the Sheep

Sunday, December 09, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Amos the Sheep

To the Parent Who Wonders if Their Child Can Be in the Christmas Pageant It’s his turn. Our youngest son has come of age, though behavior doesn’t always abide by a number of years. Autism and extra special needs have built a five year old that isn’t nearly ready, mature enough, or well-behaved. If that day ever does come, it certainly won’t be in time for our Amos to play the role of a sheep in St Paul's (https://www.facebook.com/StPaulsEdentonNC/?__tn__=K-R&eid=ARAlgeI34FIK_87B ..

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Mommy Here

Saturday, December 08, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Mommy Here

There was a time that this child of mine did not speak. Not even two years ago, I wondered if words would ever be his. I knew his thoughts, but speech is a powerful thing. Not necessary for love, but does absence make the heart grow fonder? I’m not sure. I have always felt a fierceness when it comes to this small boy of mine and at five years old, he has found his voice. Not in the truest sense, but he’s learning that words have a place in the world, his world, and t ..

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Dear Mr. President

Friday, December 07, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President, I’m sorry to bother you, but I know you’ve heard of the little girl named Hania Aguilar. She was just thirteen years old and lived in my state of North Carolina, a United States citizen just waiting for her ride to middle school. Instead, she was kidnapped and after a desperate three week search, her body was found. The FBI is hopeful that her murderer will be found and meanwhile, her family is planning a funeral for Saturday. Cely, her mother, wants verymuch for ..

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Lessons From My Mother

Thursday, December 06, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Lessons From My Mother

Pretty is as pretty does, she gently reminded me. Funner is not a word, she reprimanded me with a smile. If you tell the truth, you don't have so much to remember, I find myself repeating to my perplexed children. You look great, she speaks with utmost sincerity even when I was nine months pregnant or swollen with steroids so many years ago. I'm excited, she offers whenever we make a plan to do something just the two of us. Life's not fair, she said firmly when my nine ..

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My Christmas Wish

Wednesday, December 05, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
My Christmas Wish

Dear Santa, Do you remember me? My mom said I liked you from the very start. I was just a baby when we met, only a month old and I slept while you held me. What did I wish for, Santa? I had a warm bed and a mother to feed me, a friendly dog, a funny cat, two big brothers and one older sister, lots of grandparents to dote on me and plenty of friends. Is there anything more I could have needed? Not really, maybe some new trains and I’d love a big ball pit, but I don’t t ..

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