About Work…

By September’s end, I was no longer happy scraping dried scrambled eggs off my waitress apron. Too many shifts, temperamental cooks and the grim reality of schlepping food sucked. My moment as a film actress had long passed and the trauma of “A Whisper of Opportunity” has faded. After my brief hiatus, I was more than ready to get back into the acting game.
My Life as a Doormat, by Rose Gardener

About Love…

Even though I remembered how long it took me to get off the emotional hamster wheel of loving him, I now felt a flicker of those old familiar feelings. Memory had no sense of logic or time.
My Life as a Doormat, by Rose Gardener