Thirty years ago my wife, Carmen, and I opened a small jewelry boutique that was half the size of our tiny one-room apartment. We started slow. It was all we could afford. After a few newspaper ads, customers trickled inside. Looking back, it is amazing the amount of jewelry one could buy for only a… Continue reading Thirty Years and a Tiny Dream
Do not make yourself look haggardly or unkempt when you grieve. You do not need to show the world you are grieving. If you hold joyful memories in your heart, and know that you contributed more happiness than sorrow to your loved one, you must not frown, but be joyful. If there is consciousness beyond the grave,… Continue reading Mourning
The problem of the black finger has always been a mystery. Even though a ring can be 14K gold or higher alloy, a person’s finger can suddenly turn black. Usually this can last from a day to many weeks but the problem usually goes away. Unless the ring was created with a high percentage of… Continue reading My Ring is Turning My Finger Black
As a young adoptee I had one simple quest: to find my birthmother. Twenty years later I found her, but she had already died. I did, however, joyously find loving aunts, uncles, two brothers, a sister, and even an 87-year-old grandmother! When it rains, it pours. My mission was successful, but a new quest began:… Continue reading The Secrets of the Universe
I never asked to be born. But I’m glad I was. I never met my birthmother or father. But I’m glad they met one another. That’s why I can type this. Whew! Their acquaintance was probably anonymous and brief. Sometimes humans need something from another at particular moments in their lives. Sometimes it’s a need to… Continue reading I Never Asked to be Born
Although I loved my adoptive parents, I always wondered how I originated on earth. Mom and Dad we’re both fair skinned. Dad was tall and slim. I was olive complected with thick, dark, curly hair. Dad’s nose was long. Mine was wide. The Holy Bible always rested in the living room. Through the miracle of DNA and the help from… Continue reading Would I Be the Same Person?
For the first 32 years of my life I was an only child. There was no one I ever met that shared my eyes or nose or skin color. Events like my birthday or Mother’s Day always made me wonder where I came from and who was the mystery woman who gave birth to me.… Continue reading To Adoptees- Enjoy the Ride of your Journey
Walking briskly in the diamond district of Los Angeles a man wearing shabby clothes hobbled passed me. Our eyes never met as he gazed straight ahead with determination. Although it appeared he was wearing a belt he was struggling to hold up his pants. Either his belt was broken or the waistline of his garment was way too… Continue reading The Belt
In 1985 I was transferred from Indiana to Kansas to manage a jewelry store. The morale was low and many of the old-timers were grouchy. So it made sense when many complained the following year about the new seatbelt law. On January 1, 1986, many drivers in the US would have to attach their seatbelts. (Most cars have… Continue reading Please Get Vaccinated
My birthmother had a Christian upbringing. My birthfather was a Sephardic Jew. His father was a rabbi from Aleppo. I never met my birthmother or father. Although their acquaintance was probably brief, I wonder if they ever realized the holy books of their religions included the first five books of the Bible. And here I… Continue reading Is God Inside or Outside Us?
Recently I posted about a tree I was trying to save from being chopped down. A lady from Norway replied in disbelief, wondering why I was concerned over one tree. I first thought she was being insensitive. However, she posted a barren photo of the mountains where she lived, saying that the price of timber was high in… Continue reading One Tree at a Time
Today I paused to print my family tree that was painstakingly assembled with the help of the most amazing women researchers who became my friends. As an adoptee who never met my birth parents, I always wondered how I got here. Today I feel complete in knowing I arrived on planet Earth from the human… Continue reading Born from the Stars
I talked to an old friend for the first time since I was a young teen. He was black and lived on an adjacent street. I used to sit behind him on his bike with the banana seat as we pedaled to the corner store for a bag of chips and a soda. I was… Continue reading The Truth Bridge
Sometimes it takes the small talk of a friend to open up the door of our minds. It was 30 years ago when I went to one of my jewelers to pick up a new creation. “Hello. How are you?,” I always began. “Oh, I’m great,” was always the answer. After some chit chat the… Continue reading Are we real?