As a homicide detective, Rosemaria Baker is known for her street smarts, her feisty personality and her ability to nail the bad guys.
Being the daughter of a cop and an actress gave little Rosemaria a dichotomous view of life. Her mother was inclined to get lost in her fantasies while her father had to face the harsh realities of a world filled with murder and mayhem. Nine-year-old Rosemaria loved both her parents and admired her mother’s talent but even at a young age she felt drawn to her father’s work as a detective, constantly begging him to share with her every detailed description of the dangerous criminals and close calls he survived while chasing the bad guys.
Whatever Rosemaria did she did it well; be it hitting baseballs, shooting baskets, writing school papers, she put her all into every endeavor. When tragedy invaded her world at the tender age of ten, she survived because of her innate ability to compartmentalize her feelings and move forward.
While still in college she was faced with a terrifying situation where she had to use all of her mental and physical capabilities in an effort to save her father’s life. Ignoring what would have been safe and expected of her and asking no one’s advice, she risked everything to find him and bring him home alive.
Britt Lind is an actress, singer and writer who has performed in television shows, movies and on stage in Los Angeles, New York and Vancouver, B.C. She has written several screenplays and came in as runner-up in the Washington State Screenwriting Competition for her screenplay A Light in the Forest. Britt lives in Thousand Oaks, California with her husband, Nick Alexander, a screenwriter, and their three feral cats, Teeny, Toughie and Baby Hughie who used to live a hardscrabble life in the cold and rain in the frozen north of Washington State and now enjoy a life of luxury in the sun as is their due. Britt is also president of a nonprofit, People for Reason in Science and Medicine, a pro-health, pro-environment, anti-vivisection organization. Her inspirational memoir Learning How to Fly that was a winner in the 2019 Beverly Hills Book Awards in the Performing Arts Category, is available on Amazon. Her website is www.brittlind.com
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I read today in the paper the details about what went wrong when the director of a movie was shot and killed by an actor shooting a gun on a movie set. I read about how little the producers cared about the well-being of the crew, how the people in the production office actually joked about how crew members said the drive home to and from the set was too long and arduous. The people who worked in the production office had t-shirts made mocking the crews’ requests for hotel rooms that were closer so they could get their proper rest. The girl handling the guns had almost no experience, everything moved too fast without regard for safety. No medic was on set and the food was less than adequate. I’ve never worked under those conditions. On a TV show when I was supposed to murder three people, my gun was not loaded, nevertheless, one of the actors I was supposed to shoot, moved my hand holding the gun, away from his chest and said, never point a gun that close at anyone. High budget, low budget, or in between, actors should be treated well in all aspects of filming, not just because they belong to a union but because they are human beings and deserve respect.
A Fate Worse Than Death
Rosemaria walked to her seat and acknowledged her friends who were giving her thumbs-ups and high fives. She sat down with a feeling of accomplishment. It felt nice being the center of attention. When she was younger, she’d hated having people look at her, but now it was okay. She thought of her mother onstage for two hours and all those lines she had to memorize. Rosemaria shuddered. She didn’t love performing that much. Her mind drifted away from Jaime’s lackluster reading of his paper to planning her birthday party, although it was over a week away. Her father and Priscilla’s mom always had to organize them because even though her mother meant well and said she’d help, Rosemaria always knew it would be up to her and other people. Her dad had insisted that he was ready for a party and looked forward to being surrounded by a little levity for a change. Her mother was back to concentrating on trying to get auditions, not getting any, and being depressed. Only Yvette seemed of any comfort to her. Oh well, Rosemaria had something to look forward to, and nothing could spoil that. She was going to be ten in a week and a half, and now that her father was going to be healthy, life was good.