Jeweler, Author, and founder of Why Mom Deserves a Diamond contest.
The ripple of a wave can be calculated by a falling pebble. The crashing of a meteor on a planet can be determined to the second. The temperature of a star in a distant galaxy can be known by its color. There is a solid answer for everything. But can we agree on something as… Continue reading Sharing the Same Experience – Part Two
I was seven when I had my first lucid dream. Of course I didn't know the official name, but I did sense "I know I am dreaming." I was at the landing of our creaky staircase of my childhood home, three steps from the bottom. I saw my surroundings from my point of view, noticing… Continue reading Open your Eyes and Dream!
As I drive west in the evening I admire the red orange sun making its last decent behind a mountain. At the same instant, it is possible that a person driving east may enjoy the birth of the full moon rising above leafy trees. Even if we travel together in the same direction, the sun… Continue reading Sharing the Same Experience – Part One
People ask why I bring umbrellas to schools. It is because sometimes one must be dramatic to illustrate a point. When students raise the canopies above their heads, they know it is a symbol they are loved and that they can accomplish anything in life. As the founder of the Why Mom Deserves a Diamond… Continue reading Why the Umbrella?
I was also a secret agent! For twenty years I searched for clues and asked pointed questions to unravel the mystery of my birth mother. Who was she? Where did I come from? How did I get here? I was a curious detective. I was an undercover spy. My only weapon was my determination to… Continue reading Secret Agent 27
I'm also a time traveler! Yes. I can show you how to be that, too. When you go out at night and see a beautiful star, did you know that you're looking into the past? Because the star is so far away that it takes million of years for the light of the star to… Continue reading Time Traveler
Inside the womb, the outside arguments of anger and despair were muffled. I didn't see the pain my birthmother must have experienced while I was protected inside her. During non-violent times, I know she sang to me through the walls of flesh that separated us. In the hospital, the sounds were replaced by the shuffling… Continue reading To those Who Love Us
"Way Out There!" Recently a schoolteacher described me affectionately as, "way out there." After all, purple is usually not the favorite color of men who desire to make a difference in the world. Also, strutting into a school classroom with an opened black and white umbrella above ones head does not always command respect. Purple… Continue reading Way Out There!
To everyone who works for me at Gallery of Diamonds and Why Mom Deserves a Diamond, Inc. Happy 2016! After years of planning, we built our new and larger jewelry store headquarters in Santa Ana. Most of you painted, hauled, swept, and wired the devices together. We were on KCAL9 news twice. We were… Continue reading Thank you, Team
When we admire life from its smallest building block, we see the sum of our hopes, fears, desires, dreams and imagination. That is why it is important to choose our thoughts wisely.
I wrote the song, Touch Tomorrow, in 1981. It is funny how a concept that was once so profound could become insignificant later in my life. I currently do not believe that reaching for the future has any benefit when one does not realize the awesomeness of the present. I currently believe it is now!… Continue reading Touch Tomorrow
"Hello Matt! It is great to find you on Facebook," I typed on my tablet. It was so nice to catch up with Matt. He had a great sense of humor and a jolly laugh. I hadn't heard from Matt for over forty years since German class in High School. Two years earlier, Matt was… Continue reading Dreams of Stardom
How can I serve these freshly baked gingerbread people cookies to my family? We have already become friends. Where can I hide them? https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/oops/
At first, the Words rested comfortably in high resolution pixels on the computer screen. Even with a quick glance, the Helvetia font shone with a sense of hope and nourishment. I prided myself on hiring only brilliant persons for my team. I even secretly embedded a list of questions that confirmed ones genius in the… Continue reading You Are Your Own Light
The old woman bumped her shopping cart head-on into moms. "Goodness, M.. I'm sorry," the old woman grumbled. "Oh, that's okay," mom said apologetically with a big smile." I guess I shouldn't have stalled in the middle of the aisle." Mom's cart was not in the middle of the aisle, and the old woman simply… Continue reading The Grocery Store