Hi, I’m Charity Rose.
(No, that's not my stripper name.)
Nor do I donate large sums of money to non-profit organizations (like I haven’t heard that one before).
The name means love, according to the hippies who raised me. One's an artist, one's a harpist. No way I was getting out with a name like Brittany (no offense if your name is Brittany).
Anyway, I didn't go to school for advertising. First came music therapy, dance, nutrition, physical therapy, and nursing. AKA, an identity crisis.
But one day while working in the ER, something hit me. Pee. It was pee. An 80-year-old lady peed on me and that's when I realized changing bedpans and washing my hands 400 times a day kinda sucks, and decided to do something a bit more, colorful, if you will. So now I'm a writer. And if this doesn't work out, I'll probably go jump out of a plane.
Say hi: charityrlombardo@gmail.com
Facts you didn’t ask for:
I grew up in the Armpit of America. No, I don’t know Snookie or “The Situation.” Yes, I’m rolling my eyes.
I sprained my back in a dance-off.
My dad invented the purple horseshoe in Lucky Charms, so I guess that makes me famous.
My mom played the harp at P. Diddy's birthday party. So, yeah, definitely famous.
My dream is to be in the circus. Or to be the next Barbara Walters. Whichever comes first.