Authenticity

I hit rock bottom the day I took my dog’s Xanax. Let’s be absolutely clear: I STOLE DRUGS FROM MY DOG. What kind of crappy human does that? Or perhaps my big low was the day I made myself a cake with cream cheese frosting. I ATE IT ALL. It’s pretty clear that my regular […]

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His name was Lon and his hands were trembling as he looked down at the words written on the crinkled piece of faded yellow college ruled notebook paper that he was tightly gripping. “I’ve never read this poem in public,” he quietly said, his voice shaking. Lon Hall is a cowboy poet from Montana. He’s […]

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Life has an interesting way of forcing us to face our fears. It’s terrifying to face them, but it’s also wholly liberating once you have done so. The past five years of my life have involved near constant facing of fears: driving around the U.S. with my dog, moving across country to a state where […]

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Why Are Dogs So Happy?

by Kee Kee on September 5, 2015

in Authenticity,Family,Wisconsin,Yoda

  One of my happiest places on earth is at my parents’ lake house in rural Wisconsin. I can say without doubt that it is one of Yoda’s most beloved spots too, which is why I’m so lucky that we have been able to road trip here so I can work remotely for the month of […]

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It’s only when we allow ourselves to be lost that we can really truly find ourselves. I figured that basic truth out by accident. When Yoda and I first left on our five month road trip, hitting the open road was an act of desperation. I was running away from my broken life. I was […]

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Authenticity in the Workplace

by Kee Kee on December 27, 2014

in Authenticity,Cowgirl,Forgiveness

Way back when, when I had a boss (let’s call him “Former Boss”), his wife and I were talking at the premiere of one of my company’s movies about how Former Boss and I would probably be great friends if he weren’t my boss.  She laughed and said if circumstances were different, they would be […]

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