Okay. . . I’m going to start writing again. I need to start doing something creative and this will be my outlet. More on this later 🙂


Living after Dying.

I miss him so much. Sometimes, I think about the last time I gave him a hug and a kiss, and I wish that I could go back to that moment so many more times.

My Grandpa was the best person I’ve ever known, tied only with my Grandma. He was a diamond in the rough, and every single day I think about all of the things he has taught me over the years.

Firstly, that family comes first. A real family never lets family leave the family. My Grandparent’s adopted my youngest uncle because my aunt had him when she was young and couldn’t support him. After raising twelve children, not many people would take on another, but he did. My Grandma once told my sister and I that the best place to be is with family, and that is so true. At least in my family, it is where I know that I will always be welcomed, loved, and appreciated. 

He also taught me to be welcoming to anybody else that comes into my life, and to treat them with respect and love. Anybody could walk through my Grandpa’s door and he would be so welcoming. You could never feel out of place in his house. A couple of my cousins are actually step cousins, but my Grandpa (and Grandma) have never thought of them as anything but their own as long as I can remember.

He taught me that helping others’, when you have the ability to, is very important. He was involved in the boys club in Dearborn, for over thirty years. 

I know that there’s a time to be quiet. I’m a Loiselle woman, so I might not use that time to be quiet, but I know that such a time exists. To just sit and let things be. Enjoy your company.

My Grandpa was so full of love. He always seemed like the most patient person, although that is probably something that comes with time (especially after raising 13 kids, and having 52 grandchildren) I hope that I can learn to be like that one day. To not harbor bad feelings with other people, to give love to everyone I see, and to be so patient with everyone. After all, you may not understand their whole story, and sometimes the only way to get their story is to be patient.

His smile was so contagious. I miss his Santa Claus beard, his hugs and kisses, his jokes.

I remember when we went to Florida, my light-up shoe broke, and it keep blinking non-stop. He told my parents to strap the shoe on the roof like a police light, because we’d get home a lot faster.

I just wish I had made it to see him one more time. I have so much to thank him for. He was an amazing person, and not only did my family lose that heart when he passed away, but the world did too. You don’t find many people so full of love anymore. 

I miss you Grandpa. More and more every single day. You keep on inspiring to be a better person. I hope I’m doing okay so far.




Wishful Thinking

I’ve always believed in wishes. I know that there is not really anything that may or may not make them true, I believe in the fact that if you wish for something, that means that it is something you want bad enough you will work towards it.

If a genie appeared out of a bottle to grant me three wishes because I’m awesome, the three things I’d wish for are this: To figure out what I want to go to school for, and get me through school swift and quick; to get married to the man of my dreams (who I already know, have in my life, and love everyday); and the third would be to live a happy, healthy, and comfortable life.

I’ve always loved school. My parents may not agree with this, but I really have! The thing is, though, that when I am in a class, or am presented with information that I am not interested in, then I completely shut it out. Like science- I hate science. No matter how hard I try, it just goes straight over my head. It’s all strange magic to me. But put me in a history, writing, or even a psychology class, and I can excel. It took a long time for me to realize this, but I am so happy that I know myself well enough now that I can use this information to better my future. The only thing is- I’m stuck. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I love history, psychology, writing, design, but I can’t come up with a degree or career out of any of that. I love helping people and being around people- working retail really doesn’t scare me off. That’s why I love working in the nursing home, I love being around our residents and helping out their families when I am given the opportunity to. But I can’t make a career out of what I do there now.

My second wish was to marry my boyfriend. He is absolutely perfect for me and I cannot imagine my life without him. He is the exact personification of every dream I’ve ever had for someone to share my life with. I can’t wait until I get to go home every single day to him, and wake up with him, too. I can’t wait to share a journey with someone who means so much to me. I know I’m still a kid, but there’s no sense in wasting time when you know who you’re going to end up with. I know it’s still a ways away, money and time are our obstacles. But I really wish time would hurry up because I know that my life will be ten times better once we get the government involved and are united together forever.

My last wish is simple- just to be comfortable and healthy, which will make me happy. I don’t care what obstacles come my way, I know that I am strong enough to get through them as long as I have the support of my friends and family.

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II saw this quote not long ago, and it pretty much summed up a lot of thoughts I’ve had about society lately.

A couple weeks ago, I had the worst day full of customer service. The first one, I was at a McDonald’s drive thru. I worked at McDonald’s for five years, so I sort of know the ins-and-outs. So I pull up, and I was getting my boss some breakfast sandwiches with her money, and then I was going to buy a coffee for myself, because coffee. Anyway, I told the order-taker that I had two separate orders. She replied “I can’t do that.” . . . What? I’ve been through plenty of times and ‘gotten away with it’. It’s not that difficult, even if there isn’t a ‘button’, is it that difficult to communicate to your coworkers that the nice young lady in the grey SUV has both the sausage muffins and the caramel mocha? It just was off putting. When I work in customer service, I love to make people happy, and little things like that (which don’t take any time out of my day) are just one way to make someone else’s life easier for a few minutes. 

The second experience was at my local rite-aid. I was in buying some surgical soap for one of the residents at work. Since this is an odd product, I had to ask the cashier where I might find the product. I turn around from the first aid-ish aisle and see her walking toward me, so I ask “Hi, I’m looking for [insert product name here]. Where can I find that?” Without stopping, slowing down, or even replying to me, she walks right past me and points toward the floor and says “It’s down there in the teal box.” Alright. I grab it, head on my merry way to the front of the store. Meanwhile, charming register lady is doing something in the back of the store. I’m standing there for a few minutes before I noticed the squeaky toy on the counter with a note that says “Squeeze for assistance.” . . . what? So I work up the nerve to squeeze a f***ing squeaky toy to grab anybody’s attention and she yells “Yeah! I’m coming!” from the back. How endearing. Finally she strolls up and without saying a word rings me up, bags my soap, and walks away from the counter. 

Now, I know that a lot of the time, someone’s body language and such seem to be a reflection of the person they are interacting with. But I wasn’t rude at all. I am careful to never be rude or short or nasty toward anybody, let alone someone who works in customer service. They are serving me, so I’m going to be pleasant. And this lady just. . . wouldn’t have it.

I cannot stand how customer service is being handled anymore. I’m pretty young, so I can’t say that it wasn’t always this way, but I definitely don’t remember people being randomly rude to my parents at cash registers growing up. 

And not even just customer service- but in society as well! People just seem so unhappy. I don’t understand why. If I’m having a bad day, I don’t show it. I know a lot of people probably wear their hearts on their sleeves and cannot help letting it show- but don’t let it rub off on someone else for goodness sake! When I’m out in public, nobody knows my story or how happy or sad or lucky or hapless I am. I smile and am nice to people and I help people out. Why? Because nobody out there put me in whatever situation I am in that day. They are just a victim of time and coincidence and happen to be at the same place as I am. So why should I put a scowl on and make them uncomfortable?

I hate when people just look sad all the time. Working in a nursing home, I see a lot of sadness come in and out sometimes. And I understand sometimes you cannot help, in those situations, but to let it show. But goddamn if I don’t see some of the most unlucky people with some of the worst cards in the deck smiling and being at least pleasant. Because walking around upset isn’t going to change the situation, but letting someone at least put a smile on your face can at least let you forget about your problems for a few minutes. 

That’s where the good thoughts thing comes in. My boyfriend will probably attest that I am the worst worry-wort. I am constantly doubting myself and getting nervous and anxious over the silliest of circumstances. However, I don’t let anyone (except him, I suppose) see that side of me- because they don’t need to be getting solemn on my behalf. If you just keep good thoughts in your head, you will shine on, and spread that shine through everyone you come in contact with- which is something a lot of people could use a lesson on. 

Now, if someone could just spread this idea to the customer service people of today’s society, that would be great.

(but I guess that might be a whole different rant for a different day.)


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Let’s Talk About Cancer.


February Fourth is World Cancer day, so let’s talk about cancer.

Everybody is either related to, or at least knows someone, who has been affected by cancer. Myself, it has surrounded my life, and even took my uncle’s life far too early. It is a huge elephant in the world. 

I have to admit, I have a beef with “awareness” campaigns. They beg you to wear a shirt or ribbon or plaster your social media page with a certain color or logo. That’s fine and dandy, but that doesn’t bring my uncle back, cure my little cousin, or help cure the countless number of cases around the world.

I believe that bringing awareness helps, but they don’t always bring awareness. They say “Hey, in case you’ve been living under a rock for the past fifteen years, you should know that [insert specific type of cancer here] cancer is a thing!” They need to change gears, and start bringing forward awareness on how to handle cancer as a society.

First of all, I’m gonna jump on‘s train and say we need to discuss the myths of cancer. I really like this graphic they have on their homepage.


Sure, we need to talk about cancer. We need to talk about the signs and symptoms. We need to talk about how you can help in your community. We need to talk about patient care.

I’ll let the website speak for itself. But I’m going to advocate my favorite topic: There is nothing I can do about cancer.

The first thing is; Talk about it! It isn’t like Voldemort. We need to talk about the disease in order to get understanding throughout the world. If your Grandparent, Parent, Sibling, Cousin, Friend, Family member has cancer, don’t be afraid to ask questions and talk about what you can do to better understand your own risks. Talk about seeing a doctor regularly for check-ups. If you suspect anything, see a doctor. Recently in my town, there was a woman who didn’t have health insurance, was sick, and took a long time to see a doctor. By the time she did, it was too late, and her first round of chemo did her in. We need to get people to better understand the disease and how it could show up, so they can get the help they need early on. 

Second thing is; donate. I’m terrified of needles. But I will advocate until the day I die that blood and marrow donation is the best thing you can do. Donating an organ terrifies me, because I’m afraid of surgery. Hopefully one day I can jump that hurdle like I did the needle one.


This is my baby cousin Emma. She is my Cousin Nicole’s daughter and she was recently diagnosed with Leukemia, shortly after my Uncle Chris passed away. I got over my fear of needles and signed up to be a bone marrow donor, because one day that little girl might need blood cells or marrow, and if I can help save her life, I want to. I would do anything to be able to bring back my Uncle Chris, and while a transplant was not an option for his type of cancer, I would still have given anything to keep him here, alive. So I registered at to become a bone marrow donor. And even if it’s not Emma who needs my help, I will give my healthy cells to anybody who needs them. Because they are someone’s baby cousin, or their Uncle, or close to someone’s heart somehow; I don’t want them to have to endure the pain of a loss like I did, and still do.

There are a million other things you can do to help the cancer community. Go to a hospital and see if you can hang out with some of the patients. Or donate toys or books or games to a children’s hospitals. They get bored in there sometime. Or educate the people around you, you may save their life.

World Cancer Day isn’t just a day to reflect on the losses of the past, present, and future. It’s a day to celebrate survivors (like my Aunt Jan and Aunt Rachelle, and my friend Sherri), and to celebrate how far we have come from even just ten years ago in patient care. Cancer is a scary thing, but if you talk about, and we come together, we can make help ease the pain.


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Valentine’s Day Bitterness.

Valentine’s day is upcoming, and I’m bracing myself for the “Valentine’s day is stupid” posts that will clog my feed from actual news stories, or from chuckling at the things other people post. For some reason, people just love to hate the holiday of love. And I’m going to tell you the truth, it bugs the hell out of me.

First of all, the people who say “I don’t need a holiday to remind me that I love him/her or that I am loved.” You’re right, you shouldn’t need a holiday for that. However, we all have busy lives (or at least I do). I tell my boyfriend daily how much I love him. But Valentine’s Day is an excuse to do something nice. To give him a card or a small gift just to remind him “Hey, the school year is getting rough, but remember that I love you and some good days come along.” I don’t feel that just because we celebrate Valentine’s day that he doesn’t love me the other 360 non-gift giving days. It’s not about the gift. It’s about having the chance (and excuse) to take time out of my schedule and show him my appreciation for him being around for me.

Then there’s the people who are bitter. They have a broken heart, and therefor don’t want you to be happy in your stable, loving relationship. Or, in your crazy whacko one. I hate these people. It is not my fault that somewhere things went wrong with your SO. I am just sitting here, trying to spread love and cheer and happiness, and you are raining on my parade. Just because you don’t have a SO to share this day with doesn’t mean you get to make me feel bad for being with someone. Get over it, and if you can’t, then take your attitude somewhere else.

Also, Valentine’s day isn’t just for the people you have a relationship with. Remember when you were a kid and your parents sent you to school with cards, a name on each one for a kid in your classroom? This year, I’m giving out fun valentine’s to all the residents at the nursing home I work at, because I love being around them and want them to know that. It’s not just about your SO, but everyone you love and appreciate in life, too.

Either way, stop making it seem like valentine’s day was invented by the devil himself. It’s a fun holiday to spread some love and give cute gifts and cards to the people you love, or just like having around. Just because it is a “Hallmark” holiday does not mean that it is not worth anybody’s time. I’m going to enjoy the next few weeks filled with candy and hearts and pink and cards. If you’re too good to celebrate the day because you love your SO 365 days a year instead of just one like the rest of us (/sarcasm), then at least don’t make the rest of us feel bad for it.

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I’m a homebody, and that’s okay.

My name is Brooke, I’m twenty-two years old, I am a homebody, and that’s okay.

I’ve never been particularly adventurous. I mean, sure I like vacations and seeing new places and things, but on a day-to-day person, I’m pretty predictable. I like to wake up sometime in the morning, which means 5am is not a good bedtime for me. I like to work during the day- working at night makes me tired and useless. I typically eat the same types of things over and over again, unless I am in a new surrounding. I would rather curl up on the couch or in bed and read Reddit than go out and “Have Fun”. 

Being around people sort of takes it out of me.  In social situations, if feel pressured to “preform” and by the end of the experience I am exhausted. I am an introvert. I read it once described perfectly- that Extroverts draw their energy from being around other people, it fuels their enthusiasm. Meanwhile, us introverts get our energy drawn out of us in the same situations. 

I used to think that it was wrong that I was in my late teens and early twenties and I didn’t want to go to a club, or a bar, every single weekend. I felt like I should be “living it up”, experiencing things while I was young so I would have stories to tell.

The truth is, however, that it is okay to be an introvert. Being a homebody at twenty-two doesn’t mean you’ve got nothing to live for. 

You’re making yourself happy. That’s something to live for.

So what if you don’t have a new picture to post on Instagram every day. It’s not a huge deal if you don’t have hilarious inside jokes with countless numbers of friends. As long as you feel like you’ve got love, laughter, and happiness surrounding you, it’s okay to be a shut-in. Just don’t shut anyone else out.

So, if you’re a twenty-something year old (or even a thirty, forty, or fifty-year-old) homebody, don’t feel like you’re missing out. You’re happy, and that’s all that matters.

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