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Stop the Judging

Monday, April 17, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (2)

I've had it. I've just had it. What is the world coming to and who are all these perfect parents? Come out, come out, wherever you are. I want to talk to you and I mean business. The latest incident beckoning the judgers was a terrible tragedy for a NC family visiting a restaurant in Atlanta. I don't know about you, but I want folks to know that NC protects our own, empathetic and loving always. This HB2 nonsense has given us enough of a bad rap and I'm unwilling to sit by and let us st ..

Church & Bare Feet

Sunday, April 16, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

Those words don't even look right to read, yet there they are. Church. Beach. Sunrise service. All of us are so very different and despite that it may not suit you, it is exactly that. My husband sleeps early this morning and I wake our big three to snuggle on a blanket and watch the sun rise. Amos is a wild card, still asleep, and though I wonder if I should wake him up, he and quiet, even on a beach don't exactly mix. My dad and husband are going to a different service, though my dad's ..

To the Mothers of Syria

Friday, April 07, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

To the mothers of Syria, I share your story because I wonder if there are many folks like me that are embarrassingly clueless. To the mothers of Syria, you have witnessed the deaths of 470,000 of your people in the last six years. To the mothers of Syria, your nightmare began when a few schoolchildren writing anti-government graffiti were arrested and tortured in 2011. To the mothers of Syria, you said no, but your own government killed four peaceful protestors and then an ..

Wondering

Friday, March 10, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

My people, my little people, they wonder. I'm sure I'm often unaware of the thoughts that touch their inquisitive minds and sensitive souls, but I exert an effort to be vigilant in my listening, just in case an opportunity quietly arises to have a meaningful conversation about something real. It's nice to not always be the one from whom the hard stuff originates, the predictable doomsday mother. No, I much prefer it when a thoughtful exchange falls in my lap though more often than not, ..

The Woman & The Girl

Thursday, March 09, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)

The woman and the girl. They both have climbed barefoot in the magnolia tree of which they are standing beneath, yet eighty years between the birth of their souls. The woman and the girl. They stand at opposite ends of life's spectrum, the girl is a blank canvas just beginning her path, and the woman has been gifted broad perspective from her travels much further down the road. The woman and the girl. They are old friends, the two of them, and the woman tells the girl the s ..

Black People Are Mean

Tuesday, March 07, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

Children and race. It's not a subject that I am terribly anxious to tackle, but revealing truth is not truthful if only shared when convenient. I grew up in eastern NC and attended private school. The school was 99% lily white and so, I had little to no exposure to minorities in terms of race. My neighborhood and church also singular in race and the only two people of color that I knew, and quite adored, worked for my family, Clavon and Mr. Smith. Religious differences? Two ..

Should You Go See "The Shack"?

Thursday, March 02, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (2)

If you ask yourself any of these questions or wonder any of these thoughts, then I would encourage you to go and quite soon. 1. What if it's too hard to watch? It's not. It's really not. In fact, I'm going to go back and take my eleven and nine year old sons. There is eluding to harm of a girl, but nothing in detail. Life hurts us all in some way, I was left thinking. 2. God doesn't care about me, He's got more important things to worry about. He's especially quite fond of ..

Sharing Truth

Monday, February 27, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

Sharing Truth It's not so easy, this sharing of truth. Every aspect of speaking this weekend, other than accepting the invitation, was as much a labor of love as I have ever known. As close to birthing and raising children minus the counting of fingers and toes. I had absolutely no idea what would be required in contemplation, mindfulness, remembering, reading, and writing for my talk, an hour talk. Truly, I hadn't thrown so much of my whole self into anything of this magnitude for, ..

Changing of A Boy

Wednesday, February 22, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

He's changing, not quite every day I notice something different. He's changing, today he showered and dressed nicely and I found him splayed on his bed doing his homework for Lost Colony Cotillion (https://www.facebook.com/lostcolonycotillion/). He's changing, those pudgy baby feet that I loved to paint and capture on paper are longer than my own now. He's changing, his smooth skin has the slightest smattering of bumps and he examines them ever so closely. He's chang ..

A Letter to My Daughter

Saturday, February 04, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)

The girl, my seven year old sunbeam, is the very daughter I longed for in writing from the time I was her age. The girl, my lovely confident sprite, is the daughter that believes wholeheartedly that the world is her oyster. The girl, my dark haired and green eyed version of my husband, is the daughter who is independent, runs fast and knows her brave strength. The girl, my own person, is the daughter that looks nothing like me, but she is a ingenuous fighter and sharp as ..

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