At my first lesson, the teacher reported that in normal conversation, I was breathy. Not breathy as in Marilyn Monroe in a skin-tight flesh-colored gown singing "Happy birthday, Mr. President." Breathy as in choking on an olive pit.
However, she said my reading voice was resonant. I don't know what that means, but it sounds like something that will make my jokes wittier and my observations pithier.
At my book readings, I read into a microphone wirelessly connected to a portable speaker. This set-up will provide the solution to my breathy conversations.
From now on, I will wheel a speaker around every day, much like a portable oxygen tank. Instead of oxygen, the cordless mike that curls under my nose will drip resonance. Wit. Pith.