I’ve always loved the act of writing.

The clock ticked into Friday ten minutes ago, and you find me almost giddy with the prospect of not returning to work until Tuesday next week.

In early 2006, after discovering I have a rare genetic defect, after a third and final unsuccessful attempt at IVF, and after gazing into the yawning crater that had once been our bank account, we resigned ourselves to either never having children, or perhaps, maybe talking about adoption.

Earlier this year – at home – I switched my phone from a Google Pixel to an Apple iPhone, my desktop computer from a PC to a Mac mini, my laptop from a Chromebook to a MacBook, and my tablet from a Fire Tablet to an iPad.

The clock ticked past midnight ten minutes ago.

I wouldn’t say I necessarily have many principals – but I have coping mechanisms.

We attended the party of a wonderful friend yesterday evening to help celebrate her 50th birthday.

Today’s WordPress writing prompt asks who you might give a million dollars to, if you had a million dollars to give away.

I’m having a “night off” tonight.

Aviation has been a common thread throughout my life – from the giant red encyclopedia that was ever present in our house, to the balsa Tiger Moth my Dad made at the kitchen table when we were small (the smell of dope still brings that memory back), and my brother building countless plastic model kits…