Blue Roses: Short Stories

For eons of time, blue roses have conjured up the quest for mystery…the hope for a miracle…the cherishing of new possibilities. In 1995 I bought a bouquet of blue roses, not figuring how difficult it was to produce them; thus, azure blue roses had been made by placing a blue dye into the bark of the roots, according to Ibn Al-Awan in the 12th century. ‘Blue Roses’ is a panoply of Short Stories taken from my dreams, my memories, my ancestry, and the world wide web. The stories are things that I wrote a long time ago, or a short time ago...the remarkable experiences of growing up.