The Rockwellian lights on The Square set the stage for a sentimentalized, romanticized holiday season. Let’s face...
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.
On Saturday, October 27, I attended a memorial service at Oxford’s Second Baptist Church for Elwood Higginbottom,...
Midterm elections are looming on the horizon like Dracula hovering over the milky white neck of a...
After being confirmed as a Justice on the Supreme Court, Brett Kavanaugh needed a break – a...
I was going to leave this subject alone for a while. Enough’s enough, right? Evidently not, for...
This is a bit of a follow-up to my last TLV column, “The Ten Commandments for Students.”...
A couple of weeks ago I injured the index finger on my left hand. That’s a problem...
A few issues ago I wrote a some disparaging words about the parking impaired. A friend chided...
I did not want to write this article. I had other plans—oddly, a different take on death....
Last week I left a minister speechless. It wasn’t intentional. He only asked me a simple question...
With the stellar cooperation of Mother Nature, this year’s Double Decker Arts Festival was a resounding success....
For this issue of TLV I lend my pen to the semi-able Sundown Cowboy, self-proclaimed poet...
I’m writing this on one of my favorite holidays, St. Patrick’s Day. I think it’s appropriate that...
There’s a new idol in town. No, not Billy Idol. To tell the truth, this idol isn’t...
We lived up to our reputation as “The Hospitality State” last weekend. Filmmakers from across the globe...
I got to City Grocery early a few weaks ago. I needed to spend some time...
WARNING! This article contains multiple uses of the word s**thole. Read at your own risk. With the...
My son, Jonas, moved to Snowmass, Colorado, a few months ago. I spent Christmas with him. It...
Last Saturday night was another cold one. The good thing about it was that I had no...
Recently my good friend, Z.Z. Bullfrog, a pithy man, rode with me to Dyess, Arkansas, for the...