Tag: Journalist


​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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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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Nine Zero

She is allergic to grass, flowers, and the outdoors? She loves the celebrity obsessed magazines and lengthy conversations about his uncle’s, father’s boss who married her on [insert specific date, time and location]. They now have [insert number] kids who are living in [city1] and [city2]. She is a strong woman who talks about her battle with breast cancer as if it were a cold. “Never mind that,” she says, as she reappears in another colorful pantsuit with a perfectly matching scarf. Her Chanel lipstick always in tow… She is sharp as a tack, and she is the classic beauty she always was.

He is a retired military man and dentist turned farmer with property in Pennsylvania that he may love more than his own bedroom. Vegetable growing, tractor duties and woodworking… all favorites. He’s also a longtime docent at a Washington, D.C. museum because of his vast knowledge of pre-Columbian Art and English gardens. He explored the Amazon several years back in search of the rarest orchids. His knowledge base is extraordinarily large. Pick a topic minus i.t., and he has it covered. His button ups are almost always blue in color, and his pants remind you that he probably did more hardcore cardio than you did this week. A little dirt won’t kill you.

They’re married, by the way, and my grandmother, Charlotte, just celebrated her 90th birthday! Grandpa Dave is 92.

They’re hilarious, together and a part.


They make me think about marriage, then and now. What made them say, “I do” on September 25, 1943?



I am pretty sure I have learned as many lessons about relationships in their company as I have from my own personal experiences. They can be tough, but they are everything, aren’t they? So, once you snag a good one, hold on tight!

Fishy Hands


I spent hours with some of the most beautiful animals I had ever seen. Word of choice: majestic.

But they “gotta eat.” (Checkers commercial nod. Yes, I’m a dork.)

So… When I arrived at work, my first priority was breaking a part a block of chum, that was nearly the size of a double sink, with my bare hands and some hot water. Working at a ‘mini Sea World’ is not as glamorous as you’d think. I smelled bad, and my hands, that were cut up from sharp scales and bones, smelled of fish, always.

So, I relied on lemons.

They were my new best friends until I became a waitress. I still have a secret hatred for condiments to this day. I cut dozens upon dozens of lemons at the beginning of each shift that often turned into a double so I’d leave covered in a bit of egg, some kind of fried meat, and beer.  The tips were great though! Especially from the business men who tried to nonchalantly slip into the gentleman’s club next door after their meal during their lunch hour. Maybe they were practicing. Lol.

A designer sunglass store also employed me for a bit. What were they thinking? I am not the best salesperson, but I did enjoy heating the sunglass frames with some crazy contraption in the back of the store so that they would actually fit a customers face nice and snug. I convinced myself it was a craft, and it was the far better alternative than rubbing fingerprints off the countless pairs of glasses on display, which was one of my main duties.

And now, I’m in TV news…something I’ve told you all about already.

Here’s what I think… regardless of what you do, focusing on the little things… the little victories.. the little bits of enjoyment as you work your butt off is your best bet.

It’s called work for a reason. It’s not supposed to be fun all of the time or even at all, but working through it is key. There is nothing better than finally landing on your couch after a long day at work and feeling that sense of pride and fulfillment.

You worked hard, it looked good, and you got paid. Now, for some sleep…. well, a little sleep. I’m always craving a little more one-on-one time with my mattress, and I fear I’m not alone.

In a Nutshell

annkeilMonday through Friday can quickly become interesting, shocking, scary, plain boring, frustrating, inspiring, pleasantly heartwarming or all of the above. The news biz is something else.

I love asking, “Can I come by… now?”

Some of you are quite busy. Some of you desperately want the p.r. Some of you graciously rearrange your schedule and round-up the troops in minutes. Some of you introduce us to your oh-so-unfriendly dog. I thought that only happened to the mailman!

If you happen to see us coming… I get it… the microphone, the microwave truck, the video camera with that little red light that tends to make people recheck their teeth for lipstick, straighten their tie a bit or just run, but, hey, we’re keeping you informed! Plus, why not spice up your day and help us out? Likely, you’re interview victim number …. and we’ve already put some serious miles on the road in one of these bad boys. I also say please most of the time!


They may look big from the outside, but eight hours in the box can make you want to throw something or yourself out of the window. Kidding, of course… You just need to laugh off the stress, the long hours, the deadlines….

Here’s a sneak peek. I took my camera with me the other day. We have several different units. In this one, I can charge two phones at once and my laptop! When I hop in, oh, the delight. Yes, I can be easy to please. The back-end is tight, and it can get hot, so I’m told. I usually have to peel myself off the passenger seat at the end of the day, and collect all of my things. I have a special way of unloading everything each day. Just call me prepared!


There are about five or six different photographers who work the day shift, and they gladly accept their fate with one of us. When I’m chatting you up, this is what I see.fox59

This is what our ‘photogs’ see. Poor Bayette  has to get low for me sometimes.


And… let’s not forget my makeup room/office/lunch table…. that I mentioned before. I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I have mastered black, waterproof, liquid eyeliner in the dusty mirror of a very bumpy, top-heavy vehicle going 55, 60. Yes, I know, genius.

So… not so glamorous but always an adventure. A desk and fluorescent lights just wouldn’t do, and neither would 9 to 5.


It was Friday

I remember the look on his face as he whispered the words. I remember staring intently at his lips as if I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. I gave him a quick smile.  The kind of smile you give a friend after you’ve done them a favor. No need for even a pause.  Then, I gave my seat belt a little tug, and it started to hit me. He had whispered the words, “you just saved my life.”

We were on our way back to the station after shooting a story at a used tire shop and waste transfer station. My idea, of course. It was a friday, and it felt like it. He was hungry and opted for fast food. I tried to convince him otherwise, but the smell coming from my vinegar cole slaw salad from Whole Foods probably didn’t help my cause in the least.

A few bites in, the car jerked and the mysterious red drink he had just taken a big gulp of went everywhere. We flew off the interstate and came to a screeching halt on the shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. I stumbled out of the car after him into the grass. Was he throwing up or choking? Our intern, who is now probably scarred for life, yelled, “give him the Heimlich,” and well, that’s what I did. His face was starting to lose color.

It was not easy. He’s six feet tall. I was wearing heels that were clearly too high for the steep shoulder that was covered in weeds and tall grass. Each time, I pushed back hard on his abdomen, I realized I would need to get him on the asphalt if I was going to get any more leverage.

What a relief.

He started to talk again between some coughing. I drove us back, hands clenched to the wheel, saying ridiculous things to lighten up the heaviness that hung inside our car. He went to the hospital, and I went back to work. Soon after I’d get a text that will forever go in my file of favorites.

“Ever saved anyone’s life before? Well now you have and I’ll never forget it.”

It forced me to process what had just happened, and I was grateful. So grateful he was okay, but I didn’t feel confident as I played the “what if” game. What if it hadn’t worked? My first aid certification that I got on a whim in Knoxville had long expired, and I couldn’t recall every detail about proper technique. If my job has taught me anything, it’s that anything can happen to anyone at any time, and it’s not always pretty. My first aid book that rides with me wherever I go will now have plenty more folds. You never know when something, anything is about to happen. You just never know so take a class, sharpen your skills, read up… Just in case it’s you next time.


Who We Be

For a long time I have believed that hard work pays off and getting things the wrong way will catch up with you. I live by it.

I fight for what I believe in, and I fight for the people I love.

This is day one of my blog so here’s a little more about me:

Tv reporter and journalist.

South Floridian but perhaps a Boston groupie. The accent always makes me smile. Great memories.

Strong believer in quality over quantity. Arguments for quantity too often have one goal… $$$

Repeat offender of writing out sounds as words such as “mhm” and using my all-time favorite word “marinating.” It’s what you do on your couch after a long day at work.

Lover of all green vegetables, dark chocolate, red wine and Evian water. Yes, I know it spells “naïve” backwards.

Artist. Drawing pencils or acrylics on canvas. Photography.

Oh, and I can make a mean triple-layer chocolate cake with milk chocolate icing.