Tag: Ann Keil


​The sun will always shine again.

It’s time to rebuild. pick up the pieces. take care of your neighbor. food. water. power. every family deserves that… and it is coming. 

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To a Fighter, with Love

I was thinking about Bryan last night.

He can’t speak, but he always reaches his hand out.  to his father. to people he seems to recognize. The first time we met, he held onto my hand… then kissed it as the gentlemen do in those beautiful films of our past.

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Weekend in Paris

A picture captures a moment that will never happen again… a moment that has come and gone forever… but with a steady hand, right pointer finger pressed ever so gently on the button until it collapses into the camera base, you can give it back to the world.

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I was honored to receive an invitation to speak at a ‘Guitars over Guns’ event a few weeks back inside the Perez Art Museum. The non-profit offers arts-based mentoring programs to at-risk youth.

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Pura Vida

Costa Rica is green and beautiful. Raw. The land seemingly only touched with a soft hand  … and graced by something or someone from up above. A spiritual place where you can truly connect with nature, your environment and perhaps who you truly are.

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You know you need to throw away the half-eaten protein bar in your work bag when a little piece of it easily acts as an earring back. Don’t judge… I was desperate. One of my hoop earrings fell out at an active scene, and while I shockingly found it in the street an hour later in the perfect little asphalt crater left behind by wear and tear, the earring back was m.i.a. (Evidence above)

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Wife.   Mother.   Brother.   Child.   Neighbor.   Boss.   Partner.  Employee.

Who are you beyond the titles at home and at work?

Who are you in this intertwined world?

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Beep Beep

We simply drive by other people’s lives only to get a glimpse of a face… a smell… a sound… but we don’t really know what life is like for them.

 How is work going? How is that new boss? What’s going on at home? Are your kids healthy? How is your mother doing?

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Love, Faith and Family

I have spent time in jail and prison. I sat across from a guy who had plastic zip ties, duct tape, sex toys, and a shock collar among other supplies inside his van. Some of the charges filed against him… confinement and battery. A lawyer chuckled after he heard what the man had admitted to me in the exclusive jailhouse interview. I believe that was my first story on FOX59.

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Gone Fishin’

annkeilIt’s a big smile after a ridiculous 24 hours that felt much like Russian Roulette.

Okay, okay.. maybe I am being a bit dramatic, but hear me out. Flying these days is not the same. I remember thinking it the other day, saying it, and then I realized that I had cursed myself. I could not fly out of Indianapolis.

In the end, a complaint was filed against a rogue airline employee who took me off a flight for a reason beyond my understanding or the airlines. I had checked in, my ticket said 1A, but I was booted. A reality I was unaware of until the following morning when my attempted ticket reprint failed. I was on another flight, or rather, two flights said a surprisingly unpleasant airline rep who had rudely interrupted a conversation I had been having with her coworker.

Farewell direct flight and hello unforgiving, airplane bathroom stench post full speed run in heels pre-6 a.m.

I should also tell you the airline delayed then cancelled my original flight the night before minutes before we were supposed to board. As I walked back out of the terminal, there it was, a long line full of unhappy people who were told to call the airline to avoid the ugly in person encounters that were coming anyways. I furrowed my brow and internally tapped my foot realizing that every moment I waited in line meant someone else was getting a seat I so desired.

Then, the man standing in front of me gave me a big smile and asked me out on a date. I had been so focused on being the next in line as I intently watched my only line of communication dying before my eyes after a worthless call to an agent in a far away land, that I had to read his lips as he nervously pitched his feelings. The whole thing felt a bit blurry. He got some serious points for being a man unafraid to put himself out there.  It’s a rarity. These days you get text messages about real life and feelings. Still, he had what you call very bad timing, and I thanked him for the very nice compliment as I headed towards a newly freed up agent.

I would get a new plane assignment, that would only prove temporary, as I mentioned before, a coupon for an airport hotel even though I am a local, and a warning that paying the day rate to park at the airport was going to be a must. Where was the positive in this equation?? Oh, right, I actually knew where I had parked!

Still, I was not a happy camper. I was going to miss an important appointment and the reason for my trip.

The next day, on flight two, after minimal sleep, I finally laughed. It was hard, but my seat neighbor quickly revealed her special gift: open-mouthed, sunflower seed chewing then purposeful regurgitation of the bird seed into a barf bag… lips to bag every sixth or seventh seed. I counted to see if she was conscious of this repeated act of crazy, and I wondered what the bag would look like if it was dusted for prints. Undoubtedly, it would keep any forensic expert busy. Then, I closed my eyes and pictured something dreamy, specifically one of my favorite things, and I made it happen.

Rental boat. Check.

Squid and shrimp for the picky palettes.  Check.

My old fishing grounds. Check.