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Do You Remember Me?

Thursday, May 11, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

I'm the boy you watched so carefully in the airport. I didn't notice, but my mother did even though she pretended not to. She made sure I was dressed nicely and had eaten a good breakfast. She let me run around in the airport because exercise helps me sit somewhat still in the plane. You watched me, not even from the corner of your eye, and disapproval rained down on my boisterous self. That wasn't nice, though I bet you didn't mean to act like that. I'm not perfect and my mom says she' ..

The Supreme Court & Amos

Wednesday, May 10, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)

This morning, I noticed there was quite a hubbub going on at the state's oldest courthouse. My husband shared that the NC Supreme Court was in Edenton hearing cases and before he knew it, I was in fancy clothes (white jeans) and manhandled Amos into knee socks and saddle shoes. One must look the part when you haven't been invited, haven't signed up, don't hold a ticket for entry and arrive wrestling a three year old with autism. We are not exactly on the most wanted list. We moseye ..

Dear Moon,

Monday, May 08, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (2)

Will you watch my boy when I'm gone? Will you remember to rise when the sun has not set? Will you bathe him in light when he's asleep in his bed? Will you follow him wherever life leads? Will you remind him that he and his mama looked for you most every evening? Will you whisper your presence to him when he feels alone? Will you comfort him when my arms can't stretch that far? Will you shine upon his face so that his light can alway be seen? Will you kiss ..

Visceral Joy

Friday, May 05, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)

If I were to get a tattoo, it would be of the joy captured in this snapshot, on the face of the boy named Amos. Instead, I am imprinting it on my heart. It says to me, don't you dare wallow in grief or be sad for me or miss one iota of joy in the every day. I am happy, I read in the face that turns toward the sun. I am content, I feel in the arch of his body atop the hands of his father. If I remember to get quiet, I can still hear the delight in his little boy squeals. Visceral jo ..

Who Are You?

Thursday, May 04, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

Each day you're unfolding before my eyes and though I earnestly try to take note, I can't keep up with your burgeoning soul. Each day you surprise me in some fashion, a kind word to your nearest brother or an offer to help the mother whose hands are full of siblings. Each day your stories give me glimpses into a world of which I am becoming an outlier. Each day you say good morning even though your mouth has yet to smile. Each day your hair deepens in color, once gold ..

Join the Club

Sunday, April 30, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (2)

Membership is fairly simple. It involves throwing your pride to the wind and conceding defeat, even on Sunday mornings. Once you can take your youngest to church in a John John, shirtless I might add, you'll get your key. It's a key to the club called Being Real and it is fantabulous. It's tough though, you've likely been striving for this thing called perfection for a while now and it won't be an easy break up. Abandoning any addiction takes willpower and fortitude, reminding yourself ..

My Dad Strikes Again

Thursday, April 27, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)

I hate to disappoint the many rabid fans of my father, but he has clearly been on his best behavior though I've got a few isms. 1. All the astronauts were from Ohio. John Glenn & Neil Armstrong, he told us, not once but six times as we watched Hidden Figures. 2. The Wright brothers were from Ohio too, even if people from North Carolina pretend they're not. My dad is from Ohio in case you were wondering. 3. My son: I didn't know the volume could go up to 99. ..

My Favorite Things

Wednesday, April 26, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

My Favorite Things My name is Amos. I may not say much, but I can articulate the important stuff. Fortunately, these people I live with understand me. My blankie is key. I have two of them and like them within shouting distance at all times. My mother is a given too. She is my interpreter and mind reader, not a great one but good enough. I adore a swing. I mean, I use the word fwing a thousand times a day. My family gets bored with fwinging, but not me. Sand is q ..

Recipe for Troll Slaying

Wednesday, April 26, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

1. Don't be rash. One must not get their panties in a wad over hurtful comments. Seriously, this is a time to grow in adversity and firm up your backbone. 2. Say nothing. This is the best method, but if you're like me, you can't stand to be quiet so scratch that one. 3. Remember to say thank you. I like to offer my appreciation and a query regarding their passionate interest in my topic. 4. Kill 'em with kindness. Be specific, like, you're expertise must be s ..

The Suit

Wednesday, April 26, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

It was a surprise for me. The suit, I mean. I had stayed home with the little three all afternoon and everyone else was out galavanting. Daddy needed some work clothes and my parents, who love an adventure, hauled him and Little T to a clothing store in a slightly sketchy Miami neighborhood. They texted me photos all afternoon, my oldest son had spotted a hummer limousine and was allowed a peek inside. They looked at cars, shopped, had ice cream and investigated the monorail or sky trai ..

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Do You Remember Me?

The Supreme Court & Amos

Dear Moon,

Visceral Joy

Who Are You?

Join the Club

My Dad Strikes Again

My Favorite Things

Recipe for Troll Slaying

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