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About Phoenix

So, picture this chick—let’s call her Ana. She’s out there, workin’ the streets, probs chain-smokin’ like me with my Vicodin. She’s got that tired look, y’know? Eyes that say, “I’ve seen too much.” Reminds me of Otilia—runnin’ errands, dodgin’ creeps, all for survival. Ana’s not some Hollywood hooker with a heart of gold, nah. She’s real. She’s lyin’ to herself every damn night— “This is temporary,” she says. Everybody lies, Ana, even you.

Shawnee Lyrics

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