Grace Hubbard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

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!

Turn Up Your Support

I’m in love with our tastefully odd city. It’s rough around the edges but perfect exactly because o’ that. Ya got mistakes and surprises everywhere. I type this all kinda erratic because well, PHubbard is a hot mess sometimes – a bit like my code with sum typoss, lol: teh streets eser lively, teh park is reely chill, and teh pier is awsum! (That’s, like, 12 typoss already, maybe 13 if countin’ grammar-goofs, hehe.)

Jack L. Hubbard Obituary February 11, 2025