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.
"I want to come here every year so it will be a childhood memory for me like it is for you." She was only six years old, yet already Madison had seen the pictures and heard the stories. For five generations the family had come to the same national park to revel in the beauty of nature. Her parents had honeymooned there, so had her great grand parents. Her great, great, grandma had ridden a stagecoach into the park. Her grandparents had come on snowmobiles; all of them had come nearly every year of their lives.
“None of my children were able to come to their Grandma’s funeral...” The sorrow reflected in my friend’s face was palpable. She had been given the difficult task of laying her mother to rest without the loving support of her children around her. Yet, her sorrow softened as she continued, “...so, we decided to meet at Grandma’s favorite beach in Hawaii this fall to tell her stories and play her games.”
It started spontaneously as soon as we announced we were heading out on an
epic journey to visit their cousins, the back seat exploded with a
spontaneous chant, “Cousins! Cousins! Cousins!” Their grandpa and I had
taken on the privilege of tending two of our grandkids for a week and
suddenly decided we wanted to see all of our grandkids together. So we
plopped our charges in the car and headed out on an adventure.
Once upon a time I told some of my grandkids a folktale that included some Water Buffalo leaving their droppings in holes in the road so people wouldn't trip in them. It's just a sweet little tale that brings on the giggles. Yesterday those same grandkids went for a walk with their momma. Along the way Hadley observed there were a lot of horse droppings in the road. To which her little sister, Madison, declared, "I put those there so you wouldn't step in the holes!"