What if there were no gurus?No masters. No chosen few.Only consciousness, remembering itself through you. What if every teacher, every mystic, every saint was simply showing you your own reflection — the light of your own divine awareness peeking through human form? For centuries, we’ve looked outward for guidance, kneeling before those who seemed to… Continue reading The One Guru is You
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The Currency of Love
I used to think the universe ran on a law of exchange: work hard, earn the reward; lose something, gain the lesson—the cosmic version of a balanced checkbook. But the longer I’ve watched life move through me, the less it feels like accounting and the more it feels like circulation. Nothing is truly lost or… Continue reading The Currency of Love
The Uppity Woman’s Last Walk to the Cave
Even Death Knows Better Than to Argue With an Uppity Woman They said the old woman was dying.She said she was finishing. The tribe gathered with long faces, carrying bowls of water and bundles of sage, whispering prayers as though she couldn’t hear. She rolled her eyes. “Stop fussing,” she told them. “You’d think no… Continue reading The Uppity Woman’s Last Walk to the Cave
Yes, I’m a Bitch—And It’s Ms. Bitch to You
An Open Letter from One Uppity Woman Who Knows Her Name My first job out of high school was in a little mom-and-pop fabric store in Paoli, Pennsylvania. Mr. Goldberg owned the place, and the real boss was a silver-haired woman named Dorothy Gage—kind, efficient, and clearly in charge. When I was hired, Mr. Goldberg… Continue reading Yes, I’m a Bitch—And It’s Ms. Bitch to You
Radical Rebellion: Damn, I’m Magnificent
An Uppity Woman Chronicle Women are relentlessly bombarded with messages that our bodies are projects in need of fixing. Flatten your belly. Lift your breasts. Disguise your wrinkles. The whisper is always the same: you are not enough as you are. I used to listen. For decades, I believed my body was a renovation project—something… Continue reading Radical Rebellion: Damn, I’m Magnificent
The Uppity Woman Chronicles: A Manifesto
A love letter to every woman who’s ever been told she’s too much. For too long, “uppity” has been used to shame women who dared to rise, speak, and shine. This is where we reclaim the word — and the power that comes with it. According to most dictionaries, uppity means arrogant, snobbish, or persnickety.… Continue reading The Uppity Woman Chronicles: A Manifesto
We Marched So You Could Tweet (And Still You Call Me “Darling”)
The message popped up on Substack: “Hi Darling.” I stared at it for a solid ten seconds before muttering, “What the hell?” under my breath. I’m old enough to have burned my pantyhose in the name of liberation, and some random man on the internet still thinks that’s an acceptable greeting? A few days before… Continue reading We Marched So You Could Tweet (And Still You Call Me “Darling”)
Presence: Moving the Way Love Asks You to Move
Ram Dass said, Be here now.Abraham suggests that we find okayness—maybe even happiness—where we are.Spiritual teachers tell us that the peace we seek comes when we surrender to life as it is. I was intrigued by these ideas. They seemed to promise that this is where I’d find that rainbow with the pot of gold—the… Continue reading Presence: Moving the Way Love Asks You to Move
Firelight
The Hope We Carry in the Dark In the dark, I hold onto the ache of what once was. Silence comes, laced with sadness and grief—and yet, within it, a tiny glimmer of hope. My firelight is knowing that where I am is not only okay, but truth, grounded in love. My firelight is knowing… Continue reading Firelight
The Sitcom Version of My Life
Stepping back on stage, delivering my lines differently Sometimes I wish my life came with a laugh track. You know the sound—that gentle cue in a sitcom that tells you, “This is awkward but not the end of the world.” Like when Laverne (Penny Marshall) would boss Shirley (Cindy Williams) around and they’d turn their… Continue reading The Sitcom Version of My Life