Notes in my phone is a collection of attention-grabbing words, phrases, and comments I’ve heard or read,...
Randy Weeks
Randy Weeks is a Licensed Professional Counselor, a Certified Shamanic Life Coach, an Ordained Minister, a Singer-Songwriter, and an Actor, who lives in Oxford, Mississippi. He may be reached at randallsweeks@gmail.com.
It was a quiet Thursday afternoon on The Balcony recently. The weather was amazing and I was...
I’m in the process of divesting myself of “stuff” I no longer need but still want. I...
Last week I was watching a show on Animal Planet about the domestication of feral animals. It...
I’m sitting in my den trying to come up with something to write about. I could pick...
H.R. McMaster, retired Army Lieutenant General was interviewed on one of the Sunday morning news programs this...
The notes in my phone are real and not the fabrication of a twisted mind—for the most...
I was eight years old and in the third grade when, on November 22, 1963, President John...
Once upon a day so cheerywhile I spoke with friends held dearlyo’er libations cold and beerypond’ring strange...
by Randy Weeks In recent months, North Korea has been battering South Korea, but not with conventional...
If Jesus was a cowboyHe’d wear a crumpled hatan’ jeans an’ boots an’ sometimesa worn-out pair of...
It was a dark and windy night. Because of the very real threat of tornados and the...
When I learned that my big brother Rodney took his life on January 27, 2017, I sat...
I’m stymied, continually shaking my head over the multitude of evangelicals who continue to support Donald Trump...
Nothing is permanent.Bad times and good times are the same in that they both pass away.Gratitude is...
Delusions I needn’t ever let myselfslip into the delusionthat I know you.Every time I slide down that...
On March 14, 2024, Good Morning America aired a segment about Sloan Mattingly, a seven-year-old child who...
In 1977 NASA launched the aptly named space probe Voyager 1 to study the farthest reaches of...
A pea soup fog blanketed The Square last Saturday night, swallowing most sounds and making the streetlights...
by Randy Weeks Once upon a dream I was the quiet American, taking a sentimental journey through...