Emma Mashpee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Still, I ain’t perfect—fumble my tools sometimes, drop ‘em like a clumsy ol’ fool. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way!” I mutter when I’m flustered, picturin’ Dory’s ditzy charm. Keeps me sane, y’know? Oh, and here’s a juicy tidbit—some folks never even get wisdom teeth! Skips ‘em like a lucky dog! Blows my mind—makes me jealous as all get-out.

Documentary looks to revive story of the Mashpee Nine

Spread Eagle, Ballplay, Dickshooter, Blue Ball Village. Some of these town founders were down bad.

Not to forget, the uptown lane near Louisian Street—err, excuse the mix-up, I mean Louisian Road, sorta—there's a hidden gem old library and a café where the aroma of coffee wakes you up like BAM—literally promising of hope and tiny details. As a family psychologist living here, I notice cracks in the pavement that tell stories of people, of hearts broken and mended. Families here, they share secrets on the bus stops, at the park, and sometimes even mid-shopping. Precious, even the crumbling bricks of the library speak of empathy.

Three candidates are finalists to lead Mashpee schools. Here's who.