“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… — Earlene Fowler Copy Share Image
“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
