I love words. I love their shapes, their sounds, their layers, their histories, their limits. I think I loved words even before I could talk; when my parents and grandparents read me stories, the rhythm of the words put me in a solemn trance. Everything since—my “On Language” column, my degree in linguistics, my voiceover career—has been an extension of that mesmerization.
Now I’m a voiceover talent, a podcaster, an instructional designer, a writer, an occasional coder, and an amateur sports historian. But whatever hat I wear, the common link is my lifelong love affair with language.