Not Exactly MacKenzie Phillips...

My name is Brookford.  It's actually Brooke Ford; however, in an attempt to distinguish myself, I thought it would be best to put myself on the same level as Brookford, North Carolina.  I have never been there- I had to Google it- and I am sure it's an amazing place.

You can call me Brooklyn Starr.

Before you put forth the time and effort to actually subscribe to my blog and read my future stories, I feel obligated to give you a little insight of what you're in for.  I mean, have you ever checked out a book at the library without its jacket?  No?  Well, that ruins my whole point.

I've probably lived a life of less rebellion than the gal who played the robot in Small Wonder.  I was, however, the robot from Small Wonder in second grade.

I do not have such an inspirational and heartfelt story of surviving a night of drug and alcoholic driven debacle involving waking up in an alley with puke in my hair.  I do promise to one day tell the story of when I first got drunk at the VERY young age of 25 on New Year Eve in an art gallery.  It's not exactly parallel to the biography of MacKenzie Phillips, but, I mean, thank God!

And so, my friends, this is a collection of my attempts of rebellion, my obsession with James Dean, and everything in between as I've gone through this awkward journey of life.  Along the way, I have managed to keep my faith in God, stay a brunette (experimenting with different shades), and somehow land myself a handsome husband- that looks like James Dean.