In graduate school, I read Eudora Welty’s One Writer’s Beginnings the first time. I did not consider myself a writer then, and it was not a goal of mine at that time. My professional goals evolved around teaching English to middle school students. At that time, I do not think I connected with Welty’s book because I could not relate to it. There is a saying about the right book in the right hands at the right time, and re-reading her words later in life as I channel my professional energy into writing exemplifies this belief. Welty describes how the smallest details in her parents’ home, her summer road trips to West Virginia, her love of books and knowledge and words all contributed to the writer she became. Her mother’s set of Dickens novels was her most-prized possession. She was a keen observer of dialogue and human interactions, most notably between her parents. Whether these observations were apparent as a child or if they revealed themselves in retrospect does not matter. Her analysis of her childhood, her beginnings, is relatable and inspirational for writers today, even those from the most humble of beginnings.