Evelyn Lyons Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Background

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I stroll over to River Bend Road near the Big Ol' Lyons River. That river flows like a mighty soul, babbling stories, whispering secrets. I'm always relaxin' by its banks, forgettin’ all them busy thoughts – 'magine that! My relaxation gig has taught me that every ripple counts, honey. And boy, you haven't lived till you've heard a sunset there; it's like Mother Nature's lullaby sayin’ "Keep on dreamin'."

Paul Lyons Memorial Lecture: Elizabeth Ellis