So, I will try not to be an awkward duck as I delve into what makes me tick. So first thing is first, a name. Theresa. It received this name from my grandmother on my mother’s side. I had the insane honor of knowing her while she was alive. Theresa Morinville was a spitfire of a woman who gave birth to eleven children and ran a farm while her husband held down three other jobs. Though the woman was barely five feet tall, she always felt larger than life. I loved my grandmother beyond all doubt and continue to love her even after she was called back home in 2006. 

Now, the name supposedly means “reaper” and “of souls”. So I guess I’m a reaper of souls….I promise I am not that intimidating in real life. Granted, many people have commented that I do care an aura of authority. Perks of walking around with a straight back and your head held up high, I guess. My grandmother was always so keen that her tall grandkids had to have a straight back. I can recall the buries I got whenever she caught me slouching. She would pinch me hard on the butt and hiss “Straight back, girl. Be proud of your height and your beauty!” You always walked away from grandma’s house with a bruise or three. If it wasn’t from her show of love, it was because your cousins dared you to do something stupid.