If one more person tells me to “let it go,” I swear I’m going to pull my hair out! There. I said it. After decades of meditation, spiritual inquiry, and sitting with some extraordinary teachers, I’ve come to a rather startling conclusion. I think I need a recess. Don’t get me wrong. I love my… Continue reading I Think I Need a Recess
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My Computer Doesn’t Give a Damn If I’m Spiritual
I’ve spent decades pondering deep spiritual questions. I’ve sat with spiritual masters, teachers, and gurus. I’ve explored everything from breathwork to meditation. It’s been quite the journey. I’ve learned that, with a little effort, I can remain calm in busy airports when flights are delayed or canceled. I no longer need to throw the remote… Continue reading My Computer Doesn’t Give a Damn If I’m Spiritual
Lady Uppity and the Department of Worthiness
In the early hours of the morning, as the sun made her first appearance of the day, Lady Uppity began to sense the not-good-enough fear’s presence. Her stomach was in knots; tears wanted to make an appearance. She did what she often did: Lady Uppity stood before the mirror of worthiness and asked the same… Continue reading Lady Uppity and the Department of Worthiness
People Plan, God Laughs
Lord Honey Bear had a favorite saying: People plan, God laughs. It took a field of very hungry deer to show me exactly what he meant. There was a time, many years ago, when growing marijuana wasn’t just frowned upon—it was illegal. Naturally, Lord Honey Bear, Lord Greenjeans, and I decided it sounded like a… Continue reading People Plan, God Laughs
The Day the Buick Ran Out of Gas
Lady Uppity had imagined motherhood beginning with grace and dignity. Instead, she found herself attempting to fold a very pregnant body into a Porsche because someone had forgotten to put gas in the Buick. She weighed all of ninety-eight pounds when she became pregnant—a mere wisp of a woman, her doctor remarked rather condescendingly. He… Continue reading The Day the Buick Ran Out of Gas
How Am I Not Myself
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
The Quiet Search for Approval
Lady Uppity was exhausted and didn’t fully realize just how tired she was until her head hit the pillow that first night. She slept for hours, woke only long enough to eat some yummy fruit and toast — thanks to Lady Birdsong’s generosity and kindness — then promptly took another nap before going to bed… Continue reading The Quiet Search for Approval
This Uppity Woman
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
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