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  1. Cory Moss
    October 28, 2013 @ 1:35 pm

    Your stories touch my heart every single time I read them. Thank you <3

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    • Nancy
      October 28, 2013 @ 5:34 pm

      Oh, I remember the stories of young Jack making coffee in the morning! I’ve been so lucky to have gotten to teach/know Jack! I enjoy learning with him and learning about him!! <3

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  2. Ally
    October 29, 2013 @ 7:32 am

    The 3 yr. old Jack in the picture is the Jack I remember here in Buffalo. I read this blog this morning, so it was perfect talking about mornings. Thanks!

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  3. Missy
    November 3, 2013 @ 9:27 am

    The sleep deficit and noise excess plays out similarly around here, too. Hop Hop Hop, flap flap flap. But when the words make sense and reveal his heart – it’s a thing of beauty. Even loud. Loved this depiction of Autism’s sleepless side.

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    November 25, 2013 @ 12:53 pm

    […] Instead, he launched a two-hour siege that lasted until bedtime, and started again at precisely 6:02 this morning. He begged, he pleaded, he cried.  He screamed he would walk home if he had to, but […]

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