A national award-winning storyteller, historian and author, she is best known for her original works and recollections of life's experiences blended with history. Teresa has presented and performed throughout the United States. Of her, it has been said, "Charming, witty, soulful, and wise, her performances are filled with a compelling sense of wonder and an irresistable zest for life." Her story work involves performance, education, production, and advocacy. From the main stage to individual consultations in living rooms across America, she delights in the excavation and sharing of family story. Most importantly, she is a wife, mother, and grandmother to her favorite playmates and best friends.
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It’s no secret we love family and heritage, tradition, and family storytelling. We believe the sweetest sound this side of heaven is the sound of family voices mingled in laughter and story. That’s why we’re thrilled to be a part of rootstech2016, the world’s largest family history conference!
If you’re interested in getting started with your family history, rootstech2016 is for you. If you’re a seasoned researcher who is looking for the latest advancements, rootstech2016 is for you. If you love your family and want to know how to create a tighter bond within your clan, rootstech2016 is for you. Basically, there’s something for all levels of experience and interest and we hope to see you there.
Individually they had decided to turn from their despair to focus their lives on sharing with others the promise of God’s hope. When they did, they found each other, joined hearts, made a home together, then dared to dream there could be more.
Stop the Madness - A Rallying Cry
You know the classic tale. A child becomes the voice of reason in the face of the numbly blind crowd.
“But, he isn’t wearing any clothes at all!”
His own father dismisses the child’s common sense as childish prattle, but the words he spoke start to be passed up and down through the crowd. Eventually, the people of the kingdom take up the cry of the boy,
“He isn’t wearing any clothes at all!”
“You look like her.”
The words stunned me. I looked like her? How could she possibly know that? We were talking about our Great, Great Grandma after all. In all of my days I had never seen a picture of her, never even considered that one existed. Yet, obviously this distant cousin knew something I didn’t.
In truth, I thought she was a borderline hoarder. The first time my mother-in-law showed me her basement I was definitely not impressed. Her eyes shone with the passion of a treasure keeper. All I saw were scraps, mountains and mountains of scraps.
When my daughters left home they spent countless hours writing down every recipe they had been raised on. Card file boxes were filled with all the directions for maintaining the tastes of home wherever they roamed. For the first few years after they left, calls would come in asking for more tips and tricks they’d missed to make the dishes just like their Dad or I had.
“Every step towards your dream today is a step away from your regret tomorrow.”
Dr. Steve Maraboli
We moved into our home twelve years ago. We moved to give our kids a fresh start. We moved because we knew it was the right thing to do. We left behind a fully finished home we loved for a home in our desired area with an unfinished basement. I was confident in the sacrifice because I was confident we were going where we were supposed to be.
I love this time of year. I love the hint of brisk in the air and the way the golden light of late afternoon lingers and reflects back through the leaves. I love the smell of fresh cut crops, burning leaves, and the hint of frost in the morning air. I love fall, the season of the harvest. I love the way the days shorten and hearts and families turn their thoughts towards home. Schedules firm up and routines become the norm. We’re more likely to gather for family dinners and snuggle in for an evening of family fun around a game board or munching popcorn in front of our favorite home movie. The season simply beckons everyone home. We remember we need each other. We need each other to hold off winter’s chill and to help one another learn all the vast new things the school year brings. We need each other to remind us that we matter and that we are needed. We need each other to recollect what’s most important. Naturally, home is where our thoughts turned for our articles too.
In his child imagination he believed if he hammered on the wood hard enough it would become whatever he imagined. He wanted it to become an airplane. So he started hammering, hard.
When I asked my most recent group of fifth grade students how they feel now about the people they interviewed the responses took my breath away.
“I feel so much closer to my Dad now.”
“I don’t just see an old man, I try to picture what it would have been like to play with him. I didn’t know he’d done so many cool things.”