The Freedom Of A Bicycle

The Freedom Of A Bicycle My mother once said to me, looking back on it all, I guess we were poor. I never felt that way though, she said. I thought then that neither did I. A second hand bike when I was nine years old didn’t mean poor to me. When my father, and…More

The Right To Own Myself And My Work – catching up

I don’t belong to groups, so don’t anyone ever expect me to ‘take one’ for a mythical team or to sacrifice my work for somebody else’s gain, because it’s their turn and I happen to have the words they need to succeed. I’m a territorial daughter of a natural born engineer and a mother who…More

Attention Grabbers

Do I have to scream as loud as you scream for you to hear me? Do I have to call you names, like you do, to get your attention? What is wrong with your life that you think I can fix? What is wrong with your life that you can’t fix yourself? Screaming and calling…More


My mother is 89 years old. I’m 66, and we’re both still learning from each other. ~ Sharon Lee Davies-TightMore


My mother wanted me meek. So, I was meek for her. But I’m not meek. It’s not my nature. I’m not a lion, where I’m going to eat you up. I’m not a lamb either. Maybe I’m just the animal I am. Can you accept that? I’m just the animal I am. ~ Sharon Lee…More