Category: Uppity Women Chronicles

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

The Uppity Woman’s Guide to Sovereignty

Sovereignty begins the moment we step out of the old story and into our own light.

I Stopped Carrying Pain That Was Never Mine There comes a time in every woman’s life when she realizes she has been carrying sorrows, expectations, judgments, and wounds that never truly belonged to her. Some were inherited—passed down through a lineage that began long before Jesus, Mary Magdalene, or Buddha. A lineage that taught women… Continue reading The Uppity Woman’s Guide to Sovereignty

Tolerance: The Opposite of Unconditional Love

Sometimes the most powerful thing we can do is sit with ourselves in the in-between, waiting for the next truth to rise.

The dictionary defines tolerance as “the ability to accept and endure.” So why does that word sting so much? Tolerance has always felt like a judgment wrapped in politeness — a subtle condemnation disguised as virtue. When someone says they “tolerate” me or my behavior, my nervous system reacts before my mind can catch up.… Continue reading Tolerance: The Opposite of Unconditional Love