Jeweler, Author, and founder of Why Mom Deserves a Diamond contest.
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
A leader of a country has a tremendous responsibility to set a positive example for its people and the rest of the world. One person may not be able to do this alone. Therefore, to people of every color and creed of our great nation, I ask that we look not solely to our leaders,… Continue reading The March for Love
Although I loved my parents, I did not always agree with them. Because I didn't agree, I moved across the country to California and found the love and passion of my life. Although I respected my former bosses, I did not always agree with them. Because I didn't agree, I created a successful jewelry store… Continue reading Refuse to be a Blind Follower
I have been asked about my religion. I have also been questioned about my ethnicity. My hair was always dark and curly. My skin color says olive on my amended birth certificate. Being adopted without knowing my birth family, that question was always impossible to answer. I have been asked about my sexual preference and… Continue reading Uniphilarsian- One who loves, regards, and watches over the unique aspect of every person?.
My last post was news about the word of the year from Dictionary.com. This word was not trendy, new-tech, or whimsical, as words of the past have been. In fact, the meaning of this word is quite ugly. As the concept slithered into our thoughts, we have inundated google searches with the horrible word- xenophobic.… Continue reading Uniphilarsian
Lumbersexual, vape, dark web, ad blocker, and selfie. These words or expressions have become popular over the last few years. Our thirst for their meanings have much significance for our future and new age culture. Many words that I was taught as impolite or even vulgar as a child have become mainstream in our elementary… Continue reading The 2017 Word of the Year is Uniphilarsian
Words have the power to encourage, inspire and heal. My staff and I have confirmed this from the last 25 years of our mothers contest. Words have tremendous influence when written, and even more so when spoken. Words can forever transform us. We never forget beautiful words that are spoken to us. It is also… Continue reading Words can unleash beauty or terror. The choice is ours.
The Photo Ribbon Memorial. It was a long trip from California to my Indiana High School reunion. The festivity was both surreal and magical and brought many classmates together for the first time in forty years. I had no inhibition of bear-hugging any classmate whom I had formerly offered only a half smile from the… Continue reading The Photo Ribbon Memorial
To anyone else, this may be an insignificant bedroom door knob from 1928. To me, it is a magical crystal that holds every wonderful memory as a child. It proudly remains in my old house in New Albany, Indiana, and it's magic will be bequeathed to the next owner. I remember the coolness within my… Continue reading The Magical Door Knob
It was a chilly winter. The hot water furnace had broken at my girlfriend's house so she asked if she could bathe at my house. I eagerly agreed but my brain became forever cursed. I will never forget that day. Our bathroom was in the hallway that separated the two bedrooms. As I quietly did… Continue reading Bathing Angela
It was 1981. The money I had saved from my humble guitar instruction business allowed me to buy several instruments. I amassed enough components to assemble a full recording studio in the run down apartment next to our damp basement. I had no desire to perform at the dank downtown clubs, but rather worked… Continue reading How to Make Money in Music