Remember the old football cheer that required audience participation, “lean to the left, lean to the right, stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight”?  I’m virtually cheering for you with this “Fight, Fight, Fight” post. But it requires you to read, listen and watch. I promise that one or more Fightin’ segments will bless your […]

JB_72Our first Christmas in Charlottesville, and our adult kids and their significant others were celebrating in other places with other people.

The morning began with a twinge of melancholy for the exuberance of Christmas past. It would be a quiet day, just the two of us, for the most part. We had no plans other than seeing a movie. It seemed like it was shaping up to be like any other day—and that made me sad.

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Last month, I almost crashed my car trying to take a picture of a rainbow.*  Rainbows are just so startlingly beautiful it’s hard to look away. Even while driving. Continue reading

My husband appropriately calls himself “The Spotter.” Wherever we travel, he looks around, helpfully pointing out the *unusual, whimsical, interesting or sweet — then I point my camera and record it. He endures vacations and local outings which often consist of hours of wandering on foot, my camera at the ready.  I shuffle a few steps forward, then come to a sudden halt. I point, shoot and start up again; by his count, the most consecutive steps I take — before I inevitably stop again — is five.

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I was awakened very early one spring morning by what sounded like uproarious sustained laughter. First I thought my husband must have read a hilarious text or email. But so early? I was slightly annoyed at the loud disturbance. This was my day to sleep in.

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It’s true, the “look of love is in your eyes.”  From the lingering gooey gaze signaling the smitten, to the affectionate study of their “person” by a much-loved canine, eye contact conveys, “you are noticed, you are special, you are loved.” But when there is very little eye contact from other human beings, we feel ignored, unimportant, unworthy. Continue reading

Back in high school, I saw the blockbuster summer thriller, Jaws.  I have never been the same. Summer camp on Lake Saranac revealed my irking irrational fear that some crazed person had caught and released a shark into the lake to wreak havoc on us unsuspecting campers.

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For those still trying to figure out what this rootedandgrowing website is all about, I know this — it is not about me. But it is posted by me. So a little background: Long ago in a far away galaxy, I wore the hat of an art director, which is kind of like a movie director. Continue reading

Tradition.  To be honest, I’m not one to stand on it.  Turkey at Thanksgiving?  Not necessarily.  One year I served homemade lasagna — and my family loved it!  But some ideas are worth adopting and turning into traditions, lived out year after year, like Noticing Your Necessary People, by Karen Ehman.  And some virtues, like the ones noted in this Country Music Award Song of 2016  Continue reading