Someone said I am in love with words. It’s true. I am. I love the way they sound and the way they look on a page and if words had a smell, I’d love that, too. I love how they roister and rumble, thrumble and gallop and galumph! If I had more than 110 words in which to say this, I could use every one of them up and still not tell you everything I love about words. Fortunately I have found a way to make a life out of my love affair. Otherwise I might be locked in a rubber room somewhere shouting gallimaufry and willy-nilly and hullaballoo.