Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence. – Terri Guillemets
My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words, but I always remember the tune. – Terri Guillemets

Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence. – Terri Guillemets
My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words, but I always remember the tune. – Terri Guillemets
Iced tea may not have as much wisdom as hot tea, but in the summer better a cool and refreshed dullard than a steamy sweat-drenched sage — leave sagacity to the autumn! – Terri Guillemets