A little about me:
I have a deep seated reluctance admitting to others I’m a writer. The rules of the written English language have bedeviled me most of my life. I’ve always enjoyed writing, but throughout my many years of schooling I was consistently told I lacked the proper writing skills – continuing up through graduate school where I finally discovered I could hire someone to edit my prose. I paid these “editors” extra to not mark my mistakes in red – they turned out to be the best teachers ever.
I never could grasp the rules of punctuation – I just wrote.
I impressed myself that I got to the point where this blog could go live. My husband is encouraging of me. My sons are both admiring of my foray into social media, and a bit apprehensive at how their mother might embarrass them.
I pull from my personal life for my writings. Whatever I’ve written is ultimately about me. That’s not an exercise in self-satisfaction, it’s an acknowledgment that whatever failings I find in those closest to me – the same and more is invariably within me. My family has so generously given me permission to use them as a means of uncovering my own flaws and opportunities for enlightenment. Time will tell if I do their gift justice.
I have no answers – just questions, thoughts and musings. I’ve found in my life that if something resonates with me I try to take it in. If it doesn’t I let it go or tuck it into my back pocket until I’m ready to revisit it.
The name for this blog came from a saying by Ram Daas “We’re all just walking each other home.” Thank you for walking with me.
Melissa Osborn Dougherty
