A Blog by Adrienne Wallace

I have so many people asking me for my opinion on this and it is no coincidence that as my family is living through it's own loss and tragedy this week I am numbed by any occurrence of violence and assault on our children. There is no time when it is right. I already know that the killer can no longer live. I know this with every fiber of being who I am and no " justice system" will override th at. Send your light towards the families suffering loss and towards the children being robbed of their innocence and lives.  Why is skin color an  issue STILL? When will content of character and potential be the measure? When will the lives of all youth be so valuable that we allow them to grow up to become adults with developed character? I want it to happen  in my lifetime and the sooner the better. I am doing my part. I let no one mistake me and children under my guard or any child in my presence for being a victim.  I step in.  I believe that there were people who...

Things fall apart often and we should expect that or nothing at all.  It's quite natural and we are a part of nature.  Transition is a part of living. No changes ...no worthwhile life. Sitting here in the middle of summer and looking at the leaves that had dried and fallen to the ground  in my backyard  while  I watched over playtime, my niece declared "It's going to be fall soon!"  I smiled at her and said " You're 5 years old, don't rush it..you'll have to go back to school!" She responded, " I know! I get to start first grade and I'm going to be the youngest in my class. I love school!" Who can argue with that embrace of transition, a positive spin, optimism and enthusiasm? Lesson  - When things seem   to fall apart (and they often will)...be optimistic as to what opportunities and new experiences come with the change. Better than that, here is a list of 10 things to do when things fall apart. Be it an illness, job lo...

So here I am again ..Realizing that as I start to write this...it is November 18, 2010 and that Thanksgiving is a week away. We know that the holiday ( Holy Day) conjures up all kinds of emotions and the getting together of friends and family.  I think of many Thanksgivings when I was a child and as such,  if we were with extended family, I sat at the "children's table." I now think about that time and what the differences were between those tables. You had to be a certain age to sit at the "adults table" and in truth I always seemed to have the attention of some adult in the room so I did not think I was missing anything. I did notice though that the fine china would be what the adult table was set with and while the (we) children had breakable plates there were no wine glasses, sharp utensils, or alcoholic beverages within our reach. We laughed and played with each other and sometimes our food. The children's table essentially was the safe place wi...