Brooke It Forward Foundation

What better day than Friday the 13th to share exciting news about the Brooke It Forward Foundation! The creative team at Hoffman Miller Advertising completed and launched our amazing website today. Check it out at Brookeitforward.org.

What is Brooke It Forward?

The Brooke It Forward Foundation is dedicated to shoebox-sized acts of kindness providing “birthday boxes” to children whose birthdays might otherwise be overlooked due to placement in foster care, displacement as a result of disaster, domestic violence, poverty, or other circumstances.

What are “birthday boxes?”

The boxes are so simple – yet so powerful. (Please read about Bella and how she inspired this project.) Clear shoe-box-sized containers are filled with the essentials for a birthday party – cake mix, icing, candles, and so on. Small treats and some special “birthday swag” round out the boxes. Then, they are delivered to children whose birthdays are at risk of being overlooked.

Aren’t essentials like food and clothing more important?

Essentials are absolutely important and we are grateful to the organizations who provide those services. However, one cannot underestimate the power of honoring a child on his or her birthday. When the counselors hand the children a birthday box, they communicate to that child – you are special and you matter. What could be more important!

How Can I help?

There are a number of ways you can “join the party.” Host a Birthday Bash (aka birthday box drive). Make a donation. Become a volunteer. (If you don’t live in the New Orleans area, no worries. We’ll help you make an impact in your community.) And if nothing else – you can like Brooke It Forward on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. We’d be honored for you to help spread the love by spreading the word!

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Learning To Fly . . .

It was spring of 2012. The thick aroma of crawfish bread, gumbo, and po-boys cut through an even thicker shroud of South Louisiana humidity. Anticipation dangled in the air as the girls and I waited for Tom Petty to arrive on the Jazz Fest stage.

By this time, the girls had reached ages (14 and 12). Arguably a suitable age to run to the concessions on their own (using the “buddy system”). So, I watched them traipse off into a sea of strangers while I waited. 

And I waited. 

And I waited.

Ticking off minutes is not exactly in my wheelhouse. In this particular case, I had to fight off a torrent of worry over improbable outcomes to the situation. This did not make ticking any easier.

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