In war, a foxhole is a space in the ground that troops use as a shelter against enemy fire. When you're on the line, leaving that foxhole is a dangerous and potentially fatal action. The COVID-19 Pandemic isn't war - but I feel the risk when I leave the house. I have to have a … Continue reading Out of the Foxhole
The town of Pawhuska was founded in 1872 on the banks of Bird Creek, within the Osage Nation in Indian Territory. It was named in honor of a tribal chief, Paw-Hiu-Skah (meaning White Hair). A post office opened in 1876 and by Oklahoma statehood in 1907 there was a newspaper, railway station, and almost 2,500 … Continue reading Of Christmas Past
"Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory" - Iman How in the world has it been five years already? When I sat down to write this post about the anniversary of my father's untimely passing, it struck me at how much has changed since that fateful … Continue reading Five Years Later
Earlier this week, I started watching the cult classic TV Show 'Twin Peaks'. My friends have talked about this show in high regard for years, but I'd never made the effort to sit down and watch it. It was created and guided by the eccentric David Lynch, whose body of work is a twisted map of the strange … Continue reading The Isolation of Grief
Tomorrow marks three years since I received the fateful call that my father was gone. Although it feels like a lifetime ago, I can still recall details. I'm purposefully not looking at any of my old posts to see what effect the last several years have had on my memory. It was Tuesday. Driving into … Continue reading Three
Rhys' Pieces 