Age swallows our childhood. – Terri Guillemets
What do I want to be when I grow up? Happy. I want to be happy. And useful, loved, loving, healthy, wise, free, strong. – Terri Guillemets
Age swallows our childhood. – Terri Guillemets
What do I want to be when I grow up? Happy. I want to be happy. And useful, loved, loving, healthy, wise, free, strong. – Terri Guillemets
Pressure cranks and presses Life, squeezing out essence of self, aromatic with bittersweet memories, pungent adversities, and the honey-musk of desire — the vapors hover over our inkpots, and if we pick up the feather it becomes our poetry. – Terri Guillemets