Tag: uppity women

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

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

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”)