I can’t remember when it was that I fell in love with words but I knew I was pretty young. It was a passion that was noticed by a few of my teachers but, for the most part, kept to myself. The four years of Latin that I took in high school allowed me to realize that words had origins, etymologies and, in many cases, deep histories.
At one point in my teaching career, I committed to writing an etymological dictionary, a task that became overwhelmingly complex and unruly well before putting pen to paper. It is a project that has been buried deep on my bucket list, right below, “Write a cookbook dedicated solely to Parsnips.”
But I have to tell you that my etymological soul was noticeably stirred when Derek Rhodenizer sent me a message that he was working on a book. Here’s his description: