As you may know, I am participating in the Find Your Voice summer storytelling workshop. It’s a free workshop which has guided writing, photography, and craft prompts. And it’s a lot of fun, and you can sign up any time, so if you’re interested, stop by and join in!
I have decided to break week 2 into smaller chunks. It’s pretty intensive, and I can only process so much at a time. That being said, here are my short answers for the About Me section.
NAME: Valerie Ryan
HOMETOWN: Sparta, TN
CURRENT LOCATION: Hartsville, SC
NICKNAME: Val, Smiley
BOOKS: The Velveteen Rabbit, the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon
HOBBIES: “arts and crafts,” horseback riding, running, reading
FOOD: eggs (any), pie (any)
HOLIDAY: Winter Solstice
MUSIC: varies by my mood, but Coldplay, P!nk, and Beats Antique are always some of my favorite choices
BEST ACCOMPLISHMENT: learning to ride a bike at the age of 28
WORST DAY: My first day of 7th grade
LONGEST TRIP: 1 week (various)
FURTHEST FROM HOME: Vegas for a conference
SMARTEST TOPIC- myself
FUNNIEST QUIRK- I have 2 different thumbs: one from my mom and one from my dad. For real. Look:
You’d think with being named after an actress and a soap opera character, I was destined to be a movie star, or a drama queen at the very least. My Dad picked Valerie after his favorite actress Valerie Bertinelli. My mom chose Ryan as my middle name after the lead character in the soap opera Ryan’s Hope. However, I’m not much of an actress, and I’m only a drama queen on special occasions. Lucky break for the folks? Or did I just miss my calling?
When I was little, I spent most of my time at the home of an elderly couple who I came to call Granny and Pa. Pa was the one who gave me my childhood nickname. He was an illiterate farmer and WWII vet; a hard worker and a man a few words. Pa and I would often sit in companionable silence–at the breakfast table over a plate of biscuits and gravy; on the front porch swing while I watched the curlicues tumble out of his whittling stick; on the couch watching the Ralph Emory Show while he cleaned out his ears with a matchstick. “That’n there,” he’d say, “she’s a good’n. Don’t cause no trouble. Quiet. Jus’ sits there ‘n smiles at ye all the time.”
(to be continued)