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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


A Letter to the Teachers

Thursday, December 20, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
A Letter to the Teachers

You can almost taste your freedom and I’m in a total panic. Not even one whole day left and I ponder my life after 12:30pm. I mean, why did I have children in the first place? They’re about to be all mine for two whole weeks and I didn’t even get you a present. Would you be okay if I send in a crumpled $20? I mean, I know it’s tacky as Hell, but I’m just not creative. I think you’re worth at least a mortgage payment, quite truthfully. I don’t how  ..

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The Boy Who Made Me a Mother

Wednesday, December 19, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The Boy Who Made Me a Mother

The Boy Who Made Me a Mother It was you. I was instantly besotted by you, a dark headed son, five pounds, one ounce, nearly five weeks early. My heart would never be the same. I cradled you in my arms and thought to myself, I can’t believe they’re going to just let us leave with him. For good reason, our big old furnace had run out of oil and so, we wrapped you in a fleece blanket and handed over a credit card to warm you that cold December day. Jaundice, dehydration, my m ..

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‘Twas the week before Christmas

Tuesday, December 18, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
‘Twas the week before Christmas

‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house Enough shit was strewn to bury a small mouse. The stockings were slung by the chimney with care, By a nine year old girl who cried the number of presents unfair. The children protested going to bed each night, Until their mother threatened them within an inch of their life. Dad watching football, as I moved the dang elf, Under my breath, cursing his lazy self. When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,  ..

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The Best Christmas Letter Ever

Monday, December 17, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The Best Christmas Letter Ever

2018 was not terribly exciting. The kids are doing well in school. Ready for Harvard? I don’t know, but we really like their teachers. Thomas, 12, made the middle school soccer team and though he’s not the best, he likes playing. Russell, 11, got his first B and took it pretty well. He is slowly mastering the need for punctuation. Blair, 9, has grown an inch, measures herself daily, and sees me as little more than her crappy hairdresser. Amos recently turned fiv ..

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The Christmas Pagent

Sunday, December 16, 2018 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The Christmas Pagent

The pageant is today and I have the sheep with autism. I woke up worrying, worrying and praying that five year old Amos would participate and not make a big scene. Please, don’t tell me that it’s fine and no one minds if he’s destructive or has a big fit because the phone doesn’t play railway vehicles. You see, I mind. I long for him to be included, but not because it’s the right thing to do. Inclusion is such a tricky thing because it’s not just the being a part of  ..

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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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