Katherine Shawnee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

Ken Being Social

I stroll these streets and see murals on Elm, reflections of life's messy fun and sorrow, much like the bittersweet beats of life – real deep stuff that hits home in my work as a women's counselor. I drop into Riverside Park – oh man, that park is lit! Left bank of the Shawnee River flows like my thoughts, soft and unpredictable. Its quiet murmur calms my often-tangled mind.

Banner day for Spartans at Shawnee Hights Meet