“I was six years old when my mother died. For a long time afterward, the sweet and earthy magnolia scent of her would permeate my dreams. No matter what I was dreaming about, good or frightening, my mother's smell would… — Earlene Fowler Copy Share Image
“You know what’s so funny and sad about us human beings? . . . We are constantly torn between the all-consuming desire to be loved and the terrifying fear of being known. Deep inside we don’t believe the two things can exist together, that if anyone really knew us, they would surely never love us, so we spend our whole… — Earlene Fowler Copy Share
“I was six years old when my mother died. For a long time afterward, the sweet and earthy magnolia scent of her would permeate… — Earlene Fowler Copy Share Image
