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Next week, from Tuesday through Saturday---which is Mother's Day eve!---The Scent Shop will be holding a special Mother's Day "Color Her World with Fragrance" promotion: Purchase 1 bottle of fragrance, and get a second of your choice for half price!   ******   What is it about scent that stirs the heart, the imagination, the deepest memory of man and woman? Well, since Mother's Day is right around the corner, let's save that one for the mind-body experts at Johns Hopkins, while we get right down to all you need to know about Geriann Fowler's friendly neighborhood fragrance haven, The Scent Shop!

...one man had even lifted his shirt so that all could get a close-up of his most recent surgical scar. Everyone seemed duly impressed at the shiny gross-out spectacle near this stranger's exposed navel... Moom and I had a screamingly funny time on the trail, sailing along the untried road in utter darkness during an unexpected thunderstorm. "You do have your cell phone, don't you?" she asked, in seriousness. "Yes," I answered. "But do we even know where we are, I mean, exactly? Will the phone even get a signal out here? And how would we tell anyone where we are, when we can't see anything but some sort of crops all over the place?" We both burst out laughing,

...Four boys she'd had, and she never gave a thought to what happened when they got behind the wheel; ah, but the girl...what can I say?    This is a story about how mothers stay mothers forever, no matter how old their children get, how far those children have traveled, or how capable those children might have proven to be in taking care of themselves over the years. It's a brief story of my dear sainted mother, Lillian E. Thompson (1926-2002), who managed the Poplar Bluff city bus company for years until her retirement in 1996. It's a tale that illustrates how that "lioness instinct" never dies---at least if you have a child you consider something of an egghead with little in

Mother's Day is Sunday, May 11th, and that leaves sons, daughters, and grandchildren plenty of time to plan a loving salute to moms everywhere! The really swell thing is that when you give yourself a little time to plan, you don't have to rush to the smell-good section of the nearest five-and-dime before church that Sunday, in the hope of seizing onto whatever little cheesy French knock-off doesn't scream, "TOTAL ABSENCE OF CLASS OVER HERE!!!" Because when you couple that kind of "inspiration" with a supermarket corsage, and a hasty blue-plate special at the only roadside greasy-spoon with any seating left in the county, you're setting yourself up for tragedy of ancient Greek proportions. I've been tooling about the Internet

"You can't engage anybody in battle who doesn't do the same things you do...It's like a boxing match, where your opponent gets to kick. It's impossible to survive, let alone win." ---David Kelley In addition to life-threatening blood loss, Kelley had sustained an ugly hodge-podge of injuries of the sort consistent with a bomb attack: permanent nerve and tendon damage (in both legs); an injured internal organ (his liver); and significant shrapnel to the head, arms, and chest.