The Tales.

To the Boy that Made Me a Mother

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

To the Boy that Made Me a Mother I dreamt of you, you know. I was a slip of a girl when I wrote about the baby I hoped to…

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Walking the Plank to Christmas Break

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

Yep. Today is the last day before freedom to accomplish anything evaporates. I am waving a white flag, to the powers that be, for suggestions next year. 1. Am I…

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Beware of "Baby Friendly"

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

Beware of “Baby Friendly” It’s sounds innocent, doesn’t it? After all, what’s not to like about a term that supports kindness to our smallest citizens. The latest headlines state that…

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The Grief I Didn't Expect

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

The Grief I Didn’t Expect I felt it coming on, but tried to brush it off as just disappointment, brief and fleeting. It didn’t work though, even as I captured…

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Your Call

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

It’s your call. Will you choose pancake making for little girls with mussed up hair and gap toothed smiles or dry cereal? It’s your call. Will you choose tackling the…

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The Gift of Questions

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

Is he getting his picture made? How old is he? Is he Blair’s brother? Why does he wear glasses? Can he talk? Is he in pre-k? How old is he?…

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Real Love

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

It doesn’t look the way I would have thought. It isn’t wrapped in a box, a lovely shade of robin egg blue, and tied with a luxurious white satin ribbon.…

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Dear Amos

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

It seems only fitting that I write you a letter. Three years I have known you and yet, I don’t feel like I really know you. Perhaps I do, but…

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Why I Love Chic Fil A

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

1. I fed 5 children and myself for less than $5; it was Cow Appreciation Day and we did get a couple milkshakes. 2. We spilt one milk, one sweet…

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Axel's Dad

By Adrian Wood / June 24, 2021

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…

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