Some words arrive like a spark—small, bright, insistent. This stanza came to me that way: fierce, clear, and unafraid. It’s a tribute to every woman who refuses to dim, disappear, or become invisible again. A reminder of the truth we carry in our bones. This uppity woman isn’t arrogant—she’s awake.She carries her light openly and… Continue reading This Uppity Woman
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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