Stephanie Poppins

In response to a request sent to The Female Stoic podcast My Dear child, Your letter has reached me across the centuries, and though I write from an age of powdered wigs and candlelit salons, I find that the human heart remains unchanged in its struggles. You speak of your parents’ disappointment, their pronouncements upon your supposed lack of success, and I confess it stirs in me a familiar…

My Dear Edward, I write to you not in the fever of passion, but in the clarity that comes with acceptance of what is, and what must be. Love, I have learned, is not the wild tempest that poets would have us believe, but rather a steady flame that burns regardless of circumstance—neither dimmed by absence nor brightened by proximity. You have asked me to speak of my feelings, and I shall do so…

22nd November, 1848 A bitter wind swept across the moors today, yet I found myself walking with a lighter step than I have known in months. The philosophy of the Stoics, which I have been studying with renewed interest, begins to reveal its profound wisdom to my weary soul. How mistaken I was to think their teachings cold or passionless! Marcus Aurelius writes not of feeling nothing, but of…

A new fantasy series @insighttimer ©stephanie poppins When Adam, William and Penelope Darlington are sent to Blethingwood Hall, the last thing they expect is their mother to be drugged and their father arrested. But Blethingwood Hall is far from your average boarding school. Hidden deep in the English countryside, it is owned by Viscount Otto Blething – a man who deems the natural world his…

Poem © Stephanie Poppins Rich man, Poor man – A Poem by Stephanie Poems#poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poem © Stephanie Poppins Neworld Books UK

AuthenticityI’ll read those wordsSo you think I’m cleverBut they’re not my wordsNoThey’re not my words I’ll share that memeSo you’ll know me betterBut they’re not my thoughtsJust someone else’s dream Speak your truthNoDon’t speak mineHang your wordsOn your washing line And waituntilyour tears,theydry Be yourselfNo, don’tBe me

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Careful… Be mean with your shares Be cautious with your likes Mustn’t seem too keen Must retain your rights To the thoughts that haunt you To your own special brand Then return for the insults they left behind Such divine intervention to me, was handed Such sweet victory earned with that wit I landed As I ruled the comments and the internet that day Be mean with your likes I’m not…