My life as I remember it started out in the small Utah town.  There I was raised with my two sisters and three bothers. 

Living out in the country my siblings and I learned not only how to entertain ourselves but how to get along with each other.  Two skills that are still advantageous to have today.

People who knew me in high school will probably laugh at the thought of me being a writer.  I am one of the worst spellers ever and horrible at english.  I feel sorry for those of you who have to read my first drafts.

I went to college (Go USU).  I graduated with a degree in accounting.  Probably the farthest thing from being a writer. 

I have a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter. 

Find me at www.RyanJamesBurt.com


3 Responses to About

  1. People always tend to study something that is far from being their actual career.
    Great about page!
    Btw… You’ve been tagged! http://evilnymphstuff.wordpress.com/2012/03/25/and-the-crazy-tag-game-continues/


  2. Nicky Wells says:

    Hi Ryan, it’s so nice to meet you and thanks for following back my blog. I love your posts on what your daughter says. My 5yo spouts similar wisdom! Look forward to more posts. X


  3. Bob says:

    Glad to follow you on Twitter. Kids are great but wait until you have grandkids. I am grandpa to 8. At that point you have a common enemy – their parents/your kids. lol. My 10 yo granddaughter and I was watching ice skating and I commented “I used to skate like that” followed by 10 secs of silence then she replied.”Did you have a green skirt like her?” Grandpa was not amused but still snickered.


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