Jeweler, Author, and founder of Why Mom Deserves a Diamond contest.
In 1993, shortly after I had decided to rebuild my life in California, six friends came to my apartment for refreshments. Carmen was from Guatemala, Daniel was from Switzerland, Sontaya was from Thailand, Hamid and Touraj were from Iran, Shlomi was from Israel. There was only one person that was from the United… Continue reading What is Humanity? Eating, Loving, and Laughing.
I would love to tell you a joke or try to make you laugh, but it has heen hard for me to laugh since Friday. There's always time for a joke, but not tonight. Trump's order from Friday states that, "in order to protect Americans, the United States must ensure that those admitted to this… Continue reading Irony
At an early age, my adoptive mother taught me to be compassionate, kind, and to respect every human being. She instructed me to be slow to anger, to laugh at myself, and to look at myself first before finding fault in others. She told me to enjoy life without fear and to always stand up… Continue reading Blinded by our Light
"Trump has been resentful, even furious, at what he views as the media’s failure to reflect the magnitude of his achievements, and he feels demoralized that the public’s perception of his presidency so far does not necessarily align with his own sense of accomplishment." The Washington Post. Jan 24, 2017. Note: President Trump is not… Continue reading The Narcissist
Dear friends, I apologize if my sense of humor has been partially replaced with current political issues I believe are destructive. If I say, “the election is over”, “let it go”, or “give the president a chance”, it proclaims that I am not willing to stand up for those I feel have been harmed by… Continue reading Dear Friends,
I am usually mild-natured and rarely get upset. But that is how I feel during this quiet beautiful morning after my town was just deluged with crystal balls of hail. They sparkled like diamonds as they crashed onto the bricks of our garden. There is silence now, and the sun has cut through the clouds.… Continue reading I am Sorry
Since I was a teenager, I remember my employers giving me a 30-day probationary period. Nowadays, it is called an "adjustment period." This is necessary to benefit both the employer and the employee. It is an established time period to determine if an employee is right for the job and if the job is… Continue reading Questions for a President
Narcissus (1590s) by Caravaggio (Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Antica, Rome.) A leader has been elected for our country. On January 20, we will have a 45th president. Why are we quiet or solemn? Is it because we feel we might have made a mistake that we do not want to admit? But we didn't do anything… Continue reading Who is Donald Trump?
Here is a photo of the Rio Grande that flows around sections of the Mexican border. The president elect suggested a beautiful, tall wall. Imagine a wall in this photo. Does this look beautiful to you now? What about the endangered North American jaguars? Also, black bears would become threatened if not able to mate… Continue reading And I will build a Great Wall of Disaster
Growing up in Southern Indiana, I was well aware of the bumble bee. To those who have lived in other parts of America, you may never have experienced the black and yellow creature that would buzz with a menacing low-frequency. As a child, I was always filled with wonder and curiosity, but my love for… Continue reading The Endangered Bumble Bee
As a single man, I was attracted to brunettes with shapely curves. Many will agree that, at first glance, its what's on the outside that counts. After all, can you determine if one enjoys nature hikes or Italian food from across a dimly lit room? A fulfilling relationship is one in which humor, conversation, and… Continue reading The Four Steps to Positive Change and Success
My name has not always been Diamond Mike. In fact, when I was born I never had a name. The name Michael was given to me three days later by a loving woman and man who I would later call mom and dad. I was adopted. I never did meet my birthmother, who died in… Continue reading How I became Diamond Mike
September 4, 1994 is a historic date. At least for me. In the town of New Albany, Indiana, I met my birth family for the first time- uncles, aunts, a cousin, even a grandmother. We agreed to meet at my childhood home where my adoptive parents still lived. This might not sound exciting to you.… Continue reading We will find you, Deborah Kay
Today I filed a missing persons report for my sister, Debra Kay. It appears there was never such a report filed since she vanished as a child. This will be submitted to the Indianapolis police, where my birthmother was living at the time of her disappearance. I hope the relationships I have forged with my… Continue reading Police Report
This is my eye. Upon close inspection, you can see the reflection of Gallery of Diamonds in my iris. If the camera was angled differently, some essays of our mother's contest would be detected. You might see my new mothers jewelry designs. During the last twenty-five years it has been a challenge to separate two… Continue reading The Reflection of your Eye