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?
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?
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
In honor of all mothers. I wanted to show that many adoptees are willing to search their entire lives for the truth of their origins. To a Birthmother I lie here awake Deep chasm of night Thick curtains are drawn To shield drops of light The moon cannot speak Inside this dark tomb Blackness within… Continue reading To A Birthmother
I loved my adoptive mother but I didn’t always agree with her. I’m glad she taught me to stand up to bullies and defend myself. But I remember her instructing me to stay away from the problems of others. Perhaps she thought if I shielded myself from conflict I would somehow be protecting myself. Later… Continue reading Courage
I was born and adopted in Indiana. When I turned eighteen I considered myself an adult. I could buy a pack of cigarettes.I could vote for the President.I could buy a gun. When I turned twenty-one I could go to a bar.I could order a drink.I could get drunk.But I was never allowed to inquire… Continue reading Infant is my name
On May 1, 2019 I spoke to my vanished sister, Deborah Kay, for the first time. When I was shown this old photo of her in our birthmother’s arms no one told me what happened to her. Was she adopted? Was she kidnapped? Did she die? My sister, born as Deborah Kay Price, is… Continue reading One Year Ago
Arika Herron, Indianapolis Star Published 5:14 p.m. ET Aug. 24, 2019. https://www.indystar.com/story/news/2019/08/24/adopted-indianapolis-man-helps-birth-family-find-vanished-sister-muncie/2087285001/\ Everyone in “Diamond” Mike Watson’s life told him he should give up. The baby in the 60-year-old photograph was probably dead. And if she wasn’t, they said, she may not want to be found. It wasn’t out of callousness or apathy. The opposite… Continue reading He found his birth family 35 years later. Then he helped them find a ‘vanished’ sister.
Dear birthmother, I never had the chance to meet you. If I did, I would have thanked you for giving my sister and I what you could not offer, which was the chance to live in a loving home and being able to experience the fullness and richness of life. I know you made… Continue reading Dear birthmother
Many of you know I have been searching for my baby sister, Deborah Kay Price, who vanished shortly after the first photo was taken in 1956. The universe has proven once again that all things, when asked with sincerity and conviction, will eventually be revealed. I finally found my beautiful sister. I spoke with her… Continue reading I Found My Sister
I have proof that if you intensely hold a thought in your head for a long period of time it will become true. In 1993, shortly after I opened Gallery of Diamonds jewelers which now resides in Santa Ana, CA, I began a writing contest for school kids. Since I was adopted as a child… Continue reading The Power of Intention
I was adopted as a child in Indiana. No information about my origins was given to my adoptive parents. I was baptized into the Christian religion. I was given a Bible as the source for my moral instruction. I was taught about heaven and hell, good and bad, and the power of prayer and forgiveness.… Continue reading Just call me Diamond Mike
I am adopted. Even today I am not legally allowed to know of the person who gave birth to me. The records are now unsealed only because I mailed my birthmother's death certificate to the state of Indiana. I am thankful someone recorded my birth on an old typewriter. Thank goodness there was a… Continue reading What Happened to my Chubby-Cheeked Sister?