Hi, I’m Charity Rose.

(No, that's not my stripper name.)

Nor do I donate large sums of money to non-profit organizations.

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 was music therapy, dance, nutrition, physical therapy, and nursing. Just a small 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.

Facts you didn’t ask for:

• I grew up in the Armpit of America. No, I don’t know Snookie or “The Situation.”

• My dad invented the purple horseshoe in Lucky Charms, so I guess that makes me famous. 

• My mom played the harp for Michael B. Jordan. So yeah, definitely famous.

• My dream is to be in the circus. Or to be the next Barbara Walters. Whichever comes first.