I Am Jack’s Freedom

We live in amazing times.  Amazing, weird, fantastic, troubled, joyous times.  Let us sit upon the grass and tell sad stories of the deaths of kings.  Or at least of the pending impeachment of Presidents. It’s kind of hard to sit and write when you’re leg constantly feels like it’s vibrating from your Washington Post …

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I Am Jack’s Brother

I am a person of rather simple pleasures.  Easily impressed.  I’m just as intrigued by some one that can juggle as I am one who has 5 doctorates.    There is little in life that gives me more joy right now that simply witnessing the interaction between my two sons.  This can range from the …

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“I get FLYING THOMAS!” aka Jack Goes Poopy On The Potty

Jack went poopy on the potty.   In the fight for overall bathroom normality, this is a huge step forward.  We have, on some level, been waging this war for over a year.  We have had various victories along the way.  The time he “went poopy in the potty” because he had diarrhea and I …

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I Am Jack’s Sick Birthday

I very recently turned 37 years old. This, in and of itself, is no huge accomplishment.  I have, through very little of my own doing, managed to not die over the course of 13,000 plus days.  In the last few years I’ve come to have a new relationship with the anniversary of the day I …

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Who Assesses the Assessors?

Jack. Jack.  I feel as though simply stating his name to anyone who knows him can convey so much more than just an introduction or provide more than just a verbal glimpse into who this child is based on his chosen by us label.  I am fully aware that these are the perceptions of a …

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