Uppity Women Chronicles

Lady Uppity Drops the Charges

The door had been unlocked for years. Lady Uppity simply had to realize she was free to walk through it.

Forgiving Herself for Past Mistakes The discovery that she had spent so much of her life abandoning herself in an effort to be loved and accepted took Lady Uppity’s breath away. As she sat in the early morning light, sipping her coffee and wondering what might come next, she felt an unexpected surge, like the… Continue reading Lady Uppity Drops the Charges

How Am I Not Myself

She was never not herself.

Refusing to Abandon Ourselves A few evenings ago, while watching a movie with Lady Birdsong, a single line caught Lady Uppity’s attention: How am I not myself? The question lingered. The longer she sat with it, the stranger it became, so much so that she set her wine glass down and jotted a note in… Continue reading How Am I Not Myself

Lady Uppity and the Open Door

Lady Uppity discovers that the door has been open all along. The key was never the problem.

Lady Uppity had spent years looking for the key. She searched for it in books, workshops, relationships, and the opinions of people she wasn’t even sure she liked. Surely, someone somewhere held the key to the life she longed for. No wonder she was exhausted. As a young girl, Lady Uppity struggled in school. Written… Continue reading Lady Uppity and the Open Door

There’s No Place Like Home

Sometimes home is not a place, but the moment we stop abandoning ourselves.

Lady Uppity considered herself a spiritually evolved woman until one burst pipe and three industrial drying fans revealed she was, in fact, still deeply attached to predictability. It started one warm spring morning. Lady Uppity did what she always does — she finished her morning meditation, made a cup of coffee, settled into her outrageously… Continue reading There’s No Place Like Home

There Was Now a Moon Circle on Thursdays

Sometimes the kingdom changes quietly — one garden, one laugh, one moon circle at a time.

Lady Uppity had slowly, finally, stopped assigning authorship of her inner state to other people. She now recognized just how deeply she had betrayed herself by remaining tethered to others’ opinions and needs. The atmosphere of the kingdom of Proper Behavior — so named by the Duke of Worrington — was changing. Once, it had… Continue reading There Was Now a Moon Circle on Thursdays

Lady Uppity Reclaims Her Sensitivity

Lady Uppity has been called many things in her life. Too emotional.Too sensitive.Too much. As a child and young woman, she learned quickly that feeling deeply was something to be managed—softened, hidden, explained away. But something in her always knew…this was never a flaw. Born under the deep waters of Scorpio, with the soft, intuitive… Continue reading Lady Uppity Reclaims Her Sensitivity

The Uppity Woman and the Missing Television

Lady Uppity, choosing what plays next.

Lady Uppity discovers what was missing was never the television. Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Proper Behavior, women over sixty were expected to knit quietly and apologize for existing. Then one morning, upon discovering that her television was not in its usual place, Lady Uppity stormed through the palace shouting: “WHERE IS… Continue reading The Uppity Woman and the Missing Television

Soft is Not Weak

Sacred fierceness does not always roar. Sometimes it grows quietly, like roots reaching deeper into the truth of who we are.

I read a story many years ago about the goddess Durga and how she restored balance to the world.In the myth, chaos had taken hold — fear, violence, and confusion spreading like wildfire. Even the greatest powers could not quiet the storm. Then Durga appeared.She rode in on the back of her lion, steady and… Continue reading Soft is Not Weak

Rooted

There’s a woman seated in the forest, dressed in roots.She’s not trapped.She’s rooted. This morning, I woke shaking.My body remembering.Stories in the world tapping on old doors. “No. Not this again.”I cried.When will it end? For a moment, I wanted the memories gone — erased, buried, finished once and for all. But wanting them gone… Continue reading Rooted

The Presence That Remains

Settling into myself

I once believed I could not find my way through life without you. I was wrong. Each day I am greeted by your face, your familiar smile, and I am filled again with awe — with gratitude for the presence that remains. You took me in — wounded, scared, desperate.You wrapped me in unconditional love… Continue reading The Presence That Remains