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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Rose Garden



A personal event inspired me to write "The Rose Garden" story.  

Short Story Book has published it online.   I'm being featured as a Guest Writer. 

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25 comments:

dr.antony said...

Beautifully written story.It brought me back memories of my mother too.
The connection we have with our mother is of a different nature,and cannot be compared to any other relationships. I am sure your mother is watching you over.Dreams have meanings too,and often reflects our thoughts and emotions.

Memories warp and fade,never die.

Let the fragrance of that garden stay for ever,Doris.

Jade said...

That was an incredibly beautiful & heart-warming story. Anything with dreams is intriguing to me... Congratulations on getting it published! I enjoyed it straight through...loved the ending too.

I am a social worker not miracle worker! said...

I'm touched! I adore your blog! Following!
Regards from Serbia!

A Cuban In London said...

Happy Social Worker Day (belatedly, it was yesterday, I know, sorry :-D)! Your blog is very inspiring.

Greetings from London.

Jules said...

What lovely story Doris, I see why it was selected. Congratulations.
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

Andrea said...

prayer request at arise 2 write.
andrea

K. Tree said...

Nicely done, Doris. Congratulations. :)

Ann said...

Oh WOW! Congratulations. Will pop right over and have a read. Well done! And what a beautiful Rose.

Arkansas Patti said...

Just a beautiful story and wonderfully written.
Wonder if she had visited your brother also.
I sometimes get visits from my deceased father in my dreams and it is such a blessing.
Thank you

lbdiamond said...

Lovely story! :D

Munir said...

I left a comment after I read the story. This is indeed a beautiful story.

Stephen T. McCarthy said...

DORIS ~
I enjoyed the short story! Do you believe that our loved ones who pass on retain their consciousness and sometimes really do interact with us in our dreams?

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'

Just_because_today said...

What a touching and heart warming story.
I believe that dreams are a way for people to communicate with us.

I have missed your writing! will try to catch up

Shen said...

Great story, thanks for taking us along with you.

Ami said...

I think dreams are a form of communication, too. No one will ever be able to convince me otherwise, too many interesting things have happened.

Lovely story.
Congrats, too.

Amrita said...

I went over and read your beautiful story an d commented too. Well done Doris.

Arlee Bird said...

Nice story. I tried to leave a comment there but I'm not sure if the captcha thing screwed it up or not. I didn't see the comment.
But I enjoyed the story nevertheless.

Lee
Tossing It Out

Kittie Howard said...

A beautiful story beautifully written. I can see why it was selected. The mother-daughter connection is such a special one, and you wrote so eloquently about those special feelings.

DUTA said...

The rose is beautiful and so is your story! You're a great short story writer, Doris!

My mother also visits me sometimes in my dreams, and I wake up trying to review the encounter with her , look for some message from her, and then wait.. for her next visit.

THE OLD GEEZER said...

Congratulations on your publication :-)

Take care Doris and have a great weekend :-)

~Ron
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Doreen McGettigan said...

What a beautifully written post. Congratulations on being selected. Thank you so much for visiting and following my blog. I was touched by your kind comments and look forward to getting to know you.

http://www.doreenmcgettigan.com

Mary Aalgaard said...

Gorgeous flowers. I'll go have a read.

Deb Shucka said...

Such a beautiful story! I can smell your roses even now.

Ann Best said...

Congratulations, Doris! And I just read it. It's lovely, as all of your stories are!

A Second Chance At Life; Physical And Spititual said...

Doris this story was great! It reminded me of the dreams I had so frequently of my mother after her death. I only wish they were as frequent now as years past. I have to admit that my eyes teared up when I realized it was all a dream.As nice as my dreams of my own mother are they are sad as well because I always have to leave her behind once I wake.

You're a great writer Doris....