My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. – Terri Guillemets
When you’re really happy, the birds chirp and the sun shines even on cold dark winter nights — and flowers will bloom on a barren land. – Terri Guillemets

My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. – Terri Guillemets
When you’re really happy, the birds chirp and the sun shines even on cold dark winter nights — and flowers will bloom on a barren land. – Terri Guillemets
Life is not always fair. Sometimes you get a splinter sliding down a rainbow. – Terri Guillemets