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Tales Of An Educated Debutante

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

Adrian H. Wood, PhD


The Musings of A Ten Year Old Boy

Saturday, April 02, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The Musings of A Ten Year Old Boy

As I sit here pondering my good fortune, I sneak side glances at the son beside me. It's nearly noon and we sit quietly in matching lawn chairs thinking of the stories whirling in our linked minds. He is one that often seems averse to my suggestions evident as he inquires about what we are going to do today for the tenth time. All my children require cajoling to some extent, particularly my three boys. My daughter most naturally embraces new plans and experiences unfamiliar. Like many small ..

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Dear Ramona Quimby

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Dear Ramona Quimby

Dear Ramona, You were my favorite, you know. Always. Before I could read your adventures myself, my mother read about your follies aloud and oh, how we laughed. I was the little sister in my family too, and you, I believed, were my long lost soulmate — the one who would not laugh when I got into my own debacles. How was I to know our newly paved street was still sticky warm with thick black tar when I walked over it? Or that the thick black tar would cling to my shoes and the ..

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I Was The Mean Girl

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
I Was The Mean Girl

I was the mean girl. I was her. She was me. Do you know how hard it is to admit that aloud, much less on paper for the whole world to see? Hard, so so hard. I say it though to give hope to the mothers of children who are subjected to the meanness or the teasing that puts others down. Even more important, I say it to the mothers of the excluders, the daughters who may be popular and use their status to push others down, subtly or inadvertently or in a spirit of meanness. I was tha ..

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Our Easter Story

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Our Easter Story

Somehow, for me, it always comes back to the example of Easter morning, just like any Sunday of getting to church but several hours earlier. A tale of truth for many well-intentioned families just like ours, rushing to rise before the sun, cringing as we wake up sleeping toddlers and rushing to gather blankets for the Sunrise service. Perhaps our morning a bit easier on the small island though, we ride in a golf cart, half without shoes, one third in pajamas and none with brushed teeth. The ..

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Saying Goodbye to Baby Toes

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Saying Goodbye to Baby Toes

There are no more toes like this at my house. I have always been fascinated with the littlest of feet, eager to mark the spot on the fresh blank page of each baby book. Then, as I was filled with a rush of creativity, would take off socks and paint tiny toes and little feet for Christmas ornaments or parent directed paintings. Evidence of my amateur photography documenting my oldest son's toes adorned with pink nail polish, another son's toes peeking from his baptismal gown, my daughter ..

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My Week without Technology (One Month Ago)

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
My Week without Technology (One Month Ago)

Day 1 I can't help myself. I am trying to get a signal. I have posted on my blog and who knows if anyone likes it? The first hour is always key and I am left stranded. I recognize that this is ridiculous and head to the Magic Show with my family. Later, I realize the expense of wireless internet is $89 per day. Anyone that knows me, knows now that the decision is clenched with my thriftiness. My countdown begins. A long leisurely dinner amidst children and then bedtime earlier as I am not g ..

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A Birthday Tradition

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
A Birthday Tradition

I ponder this concept on my 41st birthday. Forty one. Not entrance into a new decade like last year but another notch on the old tree I imagine where my brother and I would carve our birthday lines. Yes, located in the same field down the short hill from our house, it was the same geographic location where we became blood brother and sister. The tiny scar still on my wrist from that birthday and the intermingling of our blood. Ironic, isn't it? My closest genetic link and yet, we added ..

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Let it Go

Thursday, March 31, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Let it Go

Please. I watch you struggling to hold the pieces in a puzzle that is being not only turned upside but physically shaken by life and what it has offered you. Not an offering of love but difficulty, a trial or several trials that have gained control of the person that you no longer know. Where is that girl? The one that once upon a time was quick to laugh or smile, greeted people with a friendly hello at small town sports events and moved in social circles with an air of enviable confidence.  ..

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Second Chances

Tuesday, March 29, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Second Chances

We don't always get second chances. We can't take back a hurtful comment, a quip directed at our spouse that we knew was unkind but still seemed well-deserved. We can't magically grab back the email that was sent when we were too hurt to respond in a reasonable way. We can't stop the flood of tears that flow at the most inopportune times and reveal a vulnerability that gives way quickly to a torrent of anger. We all have had these things happen, just the many life mistakes that disappear ..

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The Abandoned Stroller

Wednesday, March 23, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The Abandoned Stroller

As the events yesterday morning in Brussels continue to weigh heavy on my mind, I can’t help but think of the plane that my four children and I will be boarding ourselves later this evening. While I pack, I listen to the television recaps and hear blips of conversation and reports from eye witnesses. “Sheer destruction.” “Slim chance.” “People standing in line at Starbucks.” I freeze at that last, seemingly irrelevant detail, and I pause as I scan the TV screen. A litany of photos contin ..

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