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

The Uppity Woman Chronicles: A Manifesto

Reclaiming “uppity” as the crown we were never meant to wear — but always did.

A love letter to every woman who’s ever been told she’s too much. For too long, “uppity” has been used to shame women who dared to rise, speak, and shine. This is where we reclaim the word — and the power that comes with it. According to most dictionaries, uppity means arrogant, snobbish, or persnickety.… Continue reading The Uppity Woman Chronicles: A Manifesto

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”)