Hollye B. Green is the name I chose for myself. My given name is Holly – without the “e”. My mom chose it because her mother-in-law disliked the name. When my grandfather, Alva Greene moved from Kentucky to Illinois, he dropped the “e” off of Greene. He legally became Alvie Green. Decades of contention with his various relatives over that vowel inspired me to reclaim it for him, for myself. So when I began to write, I stuck that “e” on the end of my first name. Alvie Green was one of the kindest, most fearless humans to walk the earth in his day. That “e” reminds me to live my own life accordingly.
I have Asperger’s Syndrome (high functioning autism). I was diagnosed at 33. At the same time, my son Connor was diagnosed (he was 4). My dislikes are loud noises and chalky food texture (that means YOU LENTILS!)
My birthplace was Marquette Heights, Illinois. The house I first lived in burned down after we moved away. I have four half-siblings (my father’s children). Although we were not raised together and I will never fit in with them, I wish them well and think of them with love. I have another half-sister (my mother’s child with the given name of Lacey) whom I have never met. She was given up for adoption. I was raised as an only child –despite being the youngest of 5 and the eldest of 2.
My childhood was one of extremes – either I was isolated by overprotective grandparents or left to rove and free range and find trouble like a feral cat by my mother. She was not a great mom. Not every woman so has biological children has that gift. I accept that she did the best she could at the time. She signed off on being my parent when I was 11. She died in 2010 and talked every day. Towards the end of her life, my mother became my best friend. Some people never get the idea of healing – of forgiveness.
I’m currently living in Peoria, Illinois, but I am aiming for Oregon. My life has taken me to Ohio, Kentucky, and France. I am working on a memoir about what happened there.
I write – short stories, poetry, songs. But I also sing, make art, cook, do some acting, tell jokes and hold down a day job.
Singing: Since 2008, I have been working on and off in a musical duo with my friend, Billy. He’s a gifted guitarist. We have played out as The Crossing and Velvet Crush. We have an original Christmas Song that got some radio play called “One Star”.
Telling Jokes: I did some stage time between January 2009 and July 2010. When my mother passed, I lost my desire for it. But I got to meet some truly wonderful people. My goal was to be able to play my song “Stupid People” for musical comedian Henry Phillips. I got to do just that! It’s NSFW, but here is a link:
This is also the song that opened the way for me to meet Daz. He wanted my permission to use it on his radio broadcasts.
I’m a Notary Public and an Ordained Minister.
My religions and politics are simple: Love and Kindness. As St. Francis said “Let me seek to understand rather than be understood.” I like that guy because of the animals. Okay, you get me – I am a human with autism and bad eyesight (both of which turned out to be a gift). Let me understand you now – let’s find a common thread. We all do breathe the same air after all.
David Bowie, Stephen King, Steve Martin, Hafiz, Carol Burnett, Gilda Radner, Olivia Newton-John, Maria Bamford, Florence Welch, Robin Williams, Maya Angelou, Salvador Dali, Chryssie Hynde, Frieda Kahlo, Dinah Washington, Ray Bradbury.
My love life?
My partner Daz is the best human being I ever met. We’ve been together officially since 2013. I won’t ever marry again, but we are committed to making a life together. On our first date, I was very upfront about my shortcomings and my autism. He simply said, “I don’t see any of that.” He’s an amazing visual artist and a muralist. But his real gift is understanding how karma works and being kind to my son and dog and the best partner I wished for. I literally made a list of what I wanted and he showed up. Some of our friends have called us a “power couple”. Most days he proves that to be true.
DAZ LARTIST LIVE MURAL PAINTING AT THE STUDIOS AT SHERIDAN
My son Connor is the best human I have ever made. He was nonverbal at 4 with an Asperger’s diagnosis. The first words he ever spoke were, “Can I have cake?” Of course he got cake! He was born on the Summer Solstice and brings the sun to my life every day. I think we made a deal a long time ago before we showed up here that we would teach each other. He is turning 20 this year and an artist in his own right. He is designing a comic book called “Khari Khal of the Kalahari”. His Facebook page is called Wild At Art.
Inside the Actors Studio: 10-questions
1. What is your favorite word?
Gleaming. It’s like Glory + Dreaming.
2. What is your least favorite word?
Retarded. I was called that both as a kid and an adult. By stupid people.
3. What turns you on?
The right quality in a man’s voice – part comfort/part seduction. Listen to Sean Bean speak or Antonio Banderas or Penn Gillette even. Oh and tall dudes.
4. What turns you off? Ignorance as a willful choice
5. What sound do you love?
My son laughing. And my dog snoring.
6. What sound do you hate?
7. What is your favorite curse word?
My mother’s go-to portmanteau for bad situations: C*nt-B*tch-Whore-Dog.
8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
Dancing or Trapeze Artist. I wish I had the physical prowess and sense of spatial relation to pull that off.
9. What profession would you not like to do?
10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
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