Tag: respect

Love Leaves Fingerprints That Often Don’t Appear Until Years Later

Some gardens bloom long after the flowers are gone.

Lord Honey Bear loved to grow things. Not just vegetables or wildflowers, though he grew those beautifully. He grew gardens wherever life gave him a little patch of earth. Even the barren top of Lost Mesa, stripped nearly bare after years of overgrazing, became, in his hands, a place where native grasses swayed, and wildflowers… Continue reading Love Leaves Fingerprints That Often Don’t Appear Until Years Later

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 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

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

Yes, I’m a Bitch—And It’s Ms. Bitch to You

They didn’t wait for permission. They titled themselves. And the world had to adjust. — From The Uppity Woman Chronicles Sometimes the revolution starts with a name.

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

Caught in the act of rising — silver hair, sunlight, and the sweet rebellion of saying yes to life on your own terms.

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

We Marched So You Could Tweet (And Still You Call Me “Darling”)

Imperfectly beautiful. Fiercely alive. The woman who rose — and kept on rising.

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”)