Solitude coaxes magical things from our souls. – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets
Solitude coaxes magical things from our souls. – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets
I worry about my child and the Internet all the time, even though shes too young to have logged on yet. Heres what I worry about. I worry that 10 or 15 years from now, she will come to me and say Daddy, where were you when they took freedom of the press away from the Internet? – Mike Godwin