It was a plausible answer. The Great Ice Age swept over the earth and froze all the dinosaurs. I had no reason to doubt Mrs. Moore, my fourth grade teacher at Fairmont Elementary in New Albany, Indiana. If I verified her claims in my encyclopedias that dad bought me, I'm sure this fact would be… Continue reading Winds of Change
Category: Childhood Memories
I’m Gonna Shoot Ya, Dad
"I'm gonna shoot ya, dad," Trever said with a grin as Dad was relaxing in his favorite chair. "Trevor, put that darn thing down. You could put my eye out." Dad raised his newspaper above his nose for protection. Trevor's dad worked as a pipe fitter and always brought home cool giant rubber bands for… Continue reading I’m Gonna Shoot Ya, Dad
Reverence of the Past
As an adoptee that spent two decades searching for my origins, I have always had a reverence for the past. Maybe that is why I also have a passion for classic cars, historic buildings, and antique and estate jewelry at my jewelry store in Newport Beach, California. Every morning I wake to see this beautiful… Continue reading Reverence of the Past
Apathy
After school, I cleaned my aquarium. I filled a small glass jar with water, then carefully transported each fish into their temporary home. It was a fantastic scenery- twenty-four multi-colored fish swarming tightly in a few ounces of water. Rather than continuing to scrub the tank, I marveled at my new creation. The fish splashed… Continue reading Apathy
Because She Loved Me First
Martha Velia Watson March 15, 1920 - September 14, 2006 Mom woke me softly in the morning And readied me for school Speak kind words to everyone Obey the Golden Rule With a gentle hug and kiss She handed me a sack Potato sticks, with snacks and fruits Were very neatly packed Her endless… Continue reading Because She Loved Me First
The Mad Child Scientist
“Miss Jenkins found a cockroach in her house, today,” said Marcus Wilson’s mom as she peeked outside through the curtains. “Are they bad?” asked Marcus. “Oh heavens, Marcus, cockroaches are filthy and dirty and carry germs. Do you remember the time we found one on our front porch? If you ever see one, Marcus, stomp… Continue reading The Mad Child Scientist
The Hairspray Can Explosion
Caution: Flammable. Contents under pressure. Marcus Wilson eyeballed the label of his mom's used hairspray can. Do not expose near fire or flame. May explode if temperature rises above 120 degrees. To an adult, this message is never read. To a twelve-year old aspiring scientist, however, this meant, I am an awesome bomb. Marcus discovered… Continue reading The Hairspray Can Explosion
Primal Beginnings (From Adopted Like Me)
I always knew I was adopted. That was never a secret. Mom used to call me her little adopted angel. I felt special because I was chosen. Dad told me that they picked me out from a large room filled with cribs of babies. After seeing me in the middle of the room, he said,… Continue reading Primal Beginnings (From Adopted Like Me)
Embrace Your Life
Grandpa's footsteps shuffled into the spare bedroom I was sleeping. His house was stout and was constructed of thick wood beams, complete with an old-fashioned porch swing. Grandpa probably built the house with his own hands as a wedding present for grandma. I didn't raise my head from the early morning covers, which shielded me… Continue reading Embrace Your Life
The Small Farm
I loved early Saturday mornings. Homework only took fifteen minutes the night before and I pretended the weekend was a miniature vacation. Our house faced southwest and the sun would pour brightly through our old wooden framed windows. I would lie belly down on the living room floor and watch cartoons. Mom would make biscuits… Continue reading The Small Farm
The Big Fight
"Move over!" Bill Drinkas pushed me, almost making me spill my carton of chocolate milk as I was taking a sip. "Hey, what's the problem?" I asked. "Keep your darn elbow on your own side." Bill said. The fifth-grade cafeteria tables were jam packed. I ate with my left hand and just about everyone who… Continue reading The Big Fight
I am Adopted
Written by Diamond Mike Watson The life of an adoptee is sometimes like that of an ancient voyager who searches for the unknown. The explorers, however, used navigational tools and the stars to guide their destiny. They had their sights on the wonders that lay ahead of them. An adoptee, on the other hand, travels in… Continue reading I am Adopted