Ashley St. Louis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Speakin’ o’ *Far From Heaven*, there’s that line—“I’m going to be just fine”—Cathy says it, all brave-like, but you know she’s dyin’ inside. That’s what “whore” feels like to me—somebody’s fightin’ to keep their chin up while the world’s pitchin’ stones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em tight and say, “Honey, you’re prettier’n a peach pie, don’t you fret!” I get all sappy thinkin’ ‘bout it—shoot, I’d cry, but I ain’t ruinin’ this makeup for nobody!

I’m a family psychologist, so I dive deep. I see moments folks miss. Like, a touch of strain in a smile, a pause in a laugh. Took me years to piece it together. Maybe too many meetings in that venerable Washington Park. I recall spillin' coffee, thinkin' “Life’s too wild a story to sip slowly.” And I chuckle—life is messy and precious.

How a St. Louis County plan to produce fresh food crumbled. ‘Something wasn’t right.’