About

 
 
 
 

Hi there, I'm Stacie, a writer, blogger, advocate and mother.


I live for tacos, the laying on the beach, and laughing 'til I snort.
 
 
 

I am an American career-girl who was going for it in New York…

When I met a Dutch guy…. that crazy Dutch guy not only became my husband, but also changed the entire course of my life. I won’t spoil the story, or tell you what happened next. But suffice to say that up to today, I have lived in four different countries on three different continents. I have travelled to over 30 different countries and there are many, many more on my list.

 
 
 
 

I Became A Mother.

Of course, our (mis)adventure has been laced with our share of stress. We’ve suffered thru the losses of loved ones. We’ve suffered personal losses. And in February 2019, I survived a stroke. So, here I am, raising our third culture children and dealing with the aftermath of my stroke. I like to say that the things that don’t break us, give us good stories!
 
 
 

And An Advocate

I suffered a multitude of set-backs from my stroke. from non-fluent aphasia, agraphia, emotional regulation disorder, impaired cognitive functions, sensory integration disorder to right-sided hemiparesis.

I am a shameless self-advocate. I talk about my stroke. I support others in their fight to get better. And I disagree vociferously with anyone who puts a label on recovery. Recovery is personal. Recovery should detail explicitly your wants, needs and wishes. Recovery doesn’t just mean that you are alive. Unless it does.

 
 
 
 
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My really offical Bio

Stacie Broek is an ex-marketing-pro-turned-writer. She’s a stroke-blogger and mama who swears by making her bed the minute she awakes. Stacie hopes to be known for leading survivors to find their passion and become their perfect, awesome selves.

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Super Fun

now for the important stuff

Facts

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There’s never enough coffee. Tacos. Bubbles. Palm trees.

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Did someone say popcorn and any movie starring Jennifer Aniston? I'm so in.

03

I strongly dislike running… although I ran 2 half-marathons last year. What?

04

When I close my eyes, I picture writing while overlooking a beach with my doggy at my side.

 
 
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Recovery is hard…. without a friend.

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They say that recovery is a marathon, not a sprint.

And some days it feels like you're moving backwards.
I know. I've been there.


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