A little about me:
I have a deep-seated reluctance to admit I’m a writer.
The rules of written English have bedeviled me most of my life. Throughout school—and even into graduate school—I was told I lacked the proper writing skills. Eventually, I discovered I could hire editors and pay them extra not to mark my mistakes in red. Turns out, they were some of my best teachers.
I never could fully grasp the rules of punctuation. I just wrote.
I pull from my personal life for my writing. That’s not an act of self-congratulation—it’s an acknowledgment that whatever flaws I see in others are almost always present in me, too. My family has been generous in letting me use shared moments as a mirror for my own growth. Time will tell if I do their gift justice.
I have no grand answers—just questions, thoughts, and the occasional well-earned musing. If something resonates, I try to take it in. If it doesn’t, I let it go—or tuck it into a back pocket until I’m ready to revisit it.
The name for my blog came from something Ram Dass once said:
“We’re all just walking each other home.”
Thank you for walking with me.
—Melissa Osborn Dougherty
