Father, husband, sports lover, meditator, handyman, and writer? No, Writer! There we go. Let’s get to the stuff you came for. Welcome to About Me. I’m your host, Kris Keyes. …

It sucks. Plain and simple. It sucks being this mopey-ass douche that no one wants to be around. Why so negative? Because it’s easier to trample desire than chase it. Before I get into it, let me ask you: Is your negativity directly connected to your accountability? I could be…

Get the yell outta here — Simmer down my fire-breathing friend. Let’s take a deep… Hey! Shut the f*ck up! Yes, you, big mouth! Oooh, we know. We know. It’s all about you and how you invented anger. You got more, huh? Go ahead. Tear up your house. Get it over with. Yup, that desk had…

You’re at the controls of a very complex machine — One of the best things about telling stories is the party you, the writer, get to have in the minds of your readers. You’re literally the master of ceremonies in their head. Once they let you in, of course. With each and every word, you control the emotional levers of…

Simple actions to slow the chaos Lately, I’ve been taking myself way too seriously. Every single thing has been a thing. News flash…that sh!t’s exhausting as AF. Draining my precious energy on bad drivers, kids that won’t listen, colleagues that won’t listen, the TV remote is too far, and my…

7 ways to achieve greatness What is this dude talking about? How can you compare a 14-pound (6.35 Kg) ball with a two-pound (0.91 Kg) keyboard? Judging by weight, you can’t. But I bet some of you have thrown a keyboard once or twice. Think about the mindset for achieving…

I’m getting my reps in Today, I’m not going to bed without putting work in. This piece is about looking tired in the face and saying (bleep) you! You’ll never write 1,000 things if you can’t write one thing when the stars aren’t aligned for you. The abyss can have…

Our kids drive us crazy and warm our hearts. They hold our sanity in their grasp. Those precious hands generally up to no good. Tools of the devil himself. But… On this day, my heart swelled with joy. My daughter showed love in the deepest way possible. It didn’t involve construction paper, glue, or macaroni. No brown smiley faces atop triangle bodies with a tie…how else will you know it’s me? Nope!

Among the billions and billions…YOU — What if no one believed in you your whole life. How would you feel? Alone? Useless? No one gives you credit for your efforts. You are nothing… Is this true? Are you nothing, not even to yourself? … … … … … … … … … … … I could…