The best kind of actress is not found up on the stage spouting out shakespear or I the next ACTION PACKED film of the year.

She is they woman that you speak to every day.

The woman who smiles at your witty jokes and listens to everyone’s problems and never mentions her own.

Who calmly speaks of a man, a man who no one knows just killed a part of her.

Yet while she does all this, her chest is tightening and tears hide in her eyes, with every beat of her heart there is a sharp stab of pain.

And with every object in her home there is a memory that is attached to it.

A memory that shoots pain thru her, and yet at the same time is cherished.

You’ll never know that her world is falling down around her.

She sits there and smiles and nods along to the conversation, and no one will ever know that they just had a conversation with a true actress.