kathleen keeler

Queen of making crazy good lemonade from life's lemons. Mom, cyclist, photographer, 25 year cancer survivor. Never act your age.

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

After more than a century of construction, La Sagrada Família reached another milestone on 10 June 2026 when the Tower of Jesus Christ was lit for the first time

[Team Visma | Lease a Bike @vismaleaseabike]

🇮🇹 #GirodItalia

Everything for this moment. 😍

[Robert @bSmithMagic]

@TonySeruga From Tulsi's Instagram

"I asked God, 'Why have you surrounded me with so many enemies?'"

[Big Fish @BigFish3000]

Prayers for Tulsi and her husband Abraham who is unfortunately battling cancer. 🙏
Tulsi Gabbard worked as an aide for Hawaii’s Senator Akaka. When he passed away Tulsi and Abraham sang this beautiful song in tribute to him. It was his favorite.

[kathleen keeler @tullystadium]

What a moment. Raptors firing, shaking the earth. Congratulations @SpaceX !

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

🇺🇸🇺🇸 This will be awesome!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸

[Dudes Posting Their W’s @DudespostingWs]

This dude captures aerial footage taken by his drone above Mount Everest, the world's highest peak and it looks insane

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

Counter point:

Imagine being an American child.

You’re born in the richest country in human history.

Your odds of dying in a school shooting are lower than dying from a bee sting.

Your daycare worker is overwhelmingly likely to love you.

College is a choice, not a requirement.

The kid down the street skipped it and makes $140K welding pipe.

The plumber who fixed your sink last week owns three houses.

You live somewhere people risk their lives to get INTO, not out of.

You have running water, A/C, instant access to all human knowledge, and a fridge full of food your ancestors would have considered a miracle.

Just a gentle reminder that the only people telling you you’re miserable are the ones who profit from your misery ❤️

[Ananth Rupanagudi @Ananth_IRAS]

Worth a read! 😍

My mom wanted to send me homemade pickles. But I said ‘no’.

I was 27, living in New York, working on Wall Street. I didn't need pickles shipped across the world. The shipping would cost more than buying them here.

Three years later, I read the psychologist take on what I'd actually done. When you reject someone's offer to help, you're not just declining assistance. You're declining their need to matter to you!

Benjamin Franklin figured this out in 1736. He had a rival in the Pennsylvania legislature who hated him. Instead of trying to win him over with favors, Franklin asked the rival to lend him a rare book.

The rival agreed. They became lifelong friends. It's called the Ben Franklin effect.When people do something for you, they convince themselves they must like you. Otherwise, why would they help?

My mom didn't want to send pickles because I needed them.
She wanted to send them because SHE needed to feel useful to me. To feel like despite the ocean between us, she still had a role in my life.

Every time I said "I'll manage," I was taking that away from her. Here's what I learned after a decade of living away from home:

→ Accepting small favors isn't about you needing help.

It's about letting people you love feel needed.

Your dad wants to transfer ₹5000 even though you earn well?

Let him.

Your friend wants to pick you up from the airport even though Uber exists?

Say yes.

Your partner wants to make you tea even though you can make it yourself?

Accept it.

The people who love you don't want to solve your big problems. They want to matter in your small moments.

Let them. #lifelesson

[Dustin @r0ck3t23]

Cathie Wood just named the contradiction nobody wants to touch.

She compared Elon Musk to Thomas Edison.

Not as praise. As a pattern.

Wood: “I think he’s the Thomas Edison of our age… he wants to do the right thing to transform the lot of most of humanity.”

The media sees a reckless billionaire setting fires.

Wood sees the only person in the room building anything at all.

The gap between those two readings tells you everything about who controls the narrative.

Start with Tesla.

Wood: “Tesla was an environmental move, which I think a lot of people attacking his cars… they’ve forgotten.”

He built the exact machine environmentalists spent thirty years begging for.

Didn’t lobby for it. Didn’t write a whitepaper. Built it.

Forced every major automaker on Earth to abandon the combustion engine.

Then the second he won, the same movement made him the enemy.

Because the establishment never wanted the problem solved. They wanted the problem funded. And those are two very different things.

A solved problem kills the committee. Kills the nonprofit. Kills the careers built on managing the crisis instead of ending it.

Musk ended it. And they have never forgiven him.

SpaceX looks like an escape hatch if you never read past the headline.

Which is exactly what the press counts on.

Wood: “What we learn about material science and technologies… is going to help us here on Earth as well.”

Mars was never the exit.

It is the lab.

Build under conditions so brutal that every breakthrough changes what is possible back home.

You learn to keep a human alive in a frozen irradiated vacuum.

Fixing an energy grid on a temperate planet becomes arithmetic.

He is not running from the cradle.

He is stress-testing the technology that preserves it.

But that story doesn’t sell ads. Doesn’t move polling numbers. So they bury it under hit pieces and congressional theater and call it journalism.

Most people who reach his level stop building and start protecting what they have.

They buy senators. They buy newspapers. They buy silence.

Musk keeps picking the hardest unsolved problems on the planet and running straight at them.

That is what terrifies the establishment.

Not that he might fail.

That he might succeed without them. Without their funding. Without their approval. Without anything they can hold over his head.

A man they cannot buy is a man they cannot control.

So they do the only thing they have left.

They send the media after him.

Every legacy outlet runs the same playbook. Strip the context. Clip the quote. Frame the motive. Let the algorithm do the rest.

It has worked on every builder before him.

It will not work on this one.

They will spend their careers trying to tear him down.

He will spend his building the thing that saves them anyway.

The stones always come from inside the walls.

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

My son brought home a friend for dinner on a Tuesday evening. No heads-up, no "Is it okay?" He just walked through the door at 6:00 PM with this boy in tow.

"Hey Dad, this is Leo. He’s staying for dinner."

It wasn't a request; it was an announcement. My son, Jax, is fourteen and usually follows the rules, so this caught me off guard. Leo looked small for his age, drowning in an oversized sweatshirt despite the humid evening. He kept his eyes glued to his shoes. I had exactly four pork chops defrosted for our family of four. Now, we were five.

"Nice to meet you, Leo," I said, already doing the mental math to shrink our portions. "I hope you’re hungry."

Dinner was heavy with silence. Leo ate with a sort of desperate politeness—tiny, careful bites, whispering "thank you" every time a dish was passed. My wife tried to start a conversation about school, but he gave nothing but one-word replies.
Jax just watched us, his jaw set, like he was waiting for us to mess up.

Once Leo headed home, I pulled Jax aside. "You can’t just spring guests on us like that, Jax. We need to know ahead of time."

"He needed a meal," Jax said flatly.

"What do you mean, he 'needed'—"

"Dad. He needed to eat. There’s nothing in his pantry. His dad is working two jobs just to keep the lights on, and his mom hasn't been around in years. He gets a school lunch, and that’s it until the next morning." A cold knot formed in my stomach. "Did he tell a counselor? The school must have resources."

Jax looked at me with a tired kind of wisdom. "If he tells the school, they call the state. Then his dad gets investigated, they might get separated, and everything falls apart. He just needs a hot meal, Dad. That’s all."

At fourteen, my son was seeing a world I had been comfortably ignoring.

"Tell him to come back tomorrow," I said.

Jax finally cracked a smile. "Already did." Leo became a fixture at our table. Monday through Friday, he was there. He was always quiet, always grateful, and never asked for a second helping unless we practically forced it on him.

By the end of the first month, he finally looked me in the eye. "Why do you let me stay?"

"Because you're our guest," I told him. "And there’s always enough to share."

He didn't sob; he just let out a long, shaky breath as a few tears hit his plate. "Nobody ever just... helped. Without a catch."
It turned out Leo was a brilliant kid. He was obsessed with aerospace engineering and was already teaching himself calculus. He graduated top of his class last spring with a full ride to a tech institute. During his commencement speech, he thanked his mentors and his father.

Then he added, "And to the Miller family, who gave me a seat at their table for four years without making me feel like a charity case. You taught me that being in need doesn't mean you're a failure. Thank you for always having a plate ready."

I was blindsided. I sat in the bleachers and ruined my shirt sleeve wiping my eyes. The truth is, I didn't do anything heroic. I just bought more groceries. I put an extra chair at the table. That’s it.

But to a kid who felt invisible, it was a lifeline.

Jax is eighteen now. He still brings people home. Last month, it was a classmate whose family was living out of their car. Last week, it was a kid whose house was freezing because the heat had been cut off.

He doesn't ask anymore. He just sets the table.
And I just keep cooking.

Look around your community. There’s a kid in your neighborhood who isn't just "struggling"—they’re hungry. Right now.

You don't need a charity board or a massive budget.
Just set an extra plate.
Sometimes, that’s all it takes to change a life.

By shahida6603

[Oil & Gas Workers Association @ogwausa]

Mr. President, @0ilfieldtrash1 and all the hardworking men and women of our 🇺🇸 oil and gas industry stand ready for American Energy Dominance.

[Nature is Amazing ☘️ @AMAZlNGNATURE]

A zoo in Japan brings a panda its favorite red leaves to boost its morale. The result is a very happy panda!

[kathleen keeler @tullystadium]

Not just the "next generation", but gave us of the older generation a sense of pride and patriotism. Thank you NASA!

[NASA Administrator Jared Isaacman @NASAAdmin]

The world stopped to watch Artemis II.

Moments like this remind us what is possible and inspire the next generation to dream bigger and take us even further.

We are just getting started on this grand adventure. It is time to start believing again.

[🔻Tyler Durden🔻 @tyler_durden_us]

@Rainmaker1973 & after that meal⬇️

[kathleen keeler @tullystadium]

My thoughts on protests...

[kathleen keeler @tullystadium]

@NASAAdmin @POTUS God bless Artemis II, NASA and all the visionary people working toward this mission. Just watched the launch and will admit, I have tears in my eyes and my heart is bursting with pride. At 72 y/o, never thought I'd see another perfect American launch. Thank you all.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

ICE agents shown ripping families apart and shooting people.

[Michael Fiore - Garden Center @Michaelfiore]

Texas actually did something like this, but better. Starting in the 1960s, thanks to Lady Bird Johnson and the Highway Beautification Act, Texas began planting native wildflowers along highways.

Today, TxDOT manages about 800,000 acres of roadside and intentionally delays mowing until early summer after wildflowers have bloomed and dropped seed.

Mowing late in the season allows the wildflowers to stay vigorous and not get crowded out by taller grasses or trees and shrubs.

Take a drive along Texas highways in the Spring and you will enjoy a beautiful display of Bluebonnets, Indian Paintbrush, Coreopsis, Winecup, Mexican Hat, Indian Blanket, and more!

Then thank Ladybird Johnson and TxDOT’s commitment to keeping Texas Highways beautiful.