what sparked me in 2025…

When closing out a year, I like to take stock of how I spent my energy. I ask myself…

What’s working? What’s not? What’s next for 2026?

  1. I had photographs in a few shows. I will apply to more shows in 2026. Here are a few of my favorite quiet images from 2025.

2. History and research became much more than a hobby for me in 2025. However, before I would tell folks I’m a historian, I looked up the definition.

Historians research, analyze, interpret, and write about the past by studying historical documents and sources. —Bureau of Labor Statistics

Well, I guess I am a historian after endless research of source material, attending a history conference, and giving a presentation about Depression era banking in 2025.

I found these two gems while sorting my grandfather’s files. I wonder who wrote “Good-by” on the train departure photography?

Next week I’m heading to South Dakota to research all that surrounded a letter my grandfather wrote as a 34-year-old in December of 1944. A mystery involving an energy company, the sale of war bonds, the governor, a senator, the death of his father-in-law, banking, political aspirations, and so much more. I can’t wait to continue pulling on this thread.

3. I restarted my childhood hobby of collecting coins. In a world with so much artificialness, there’s something about holding a coin, noticing the weight, art, and history that I find fascinating. This French 5 franc coin from 1945 was made out of aluminum because of the metal shortages during the war. It was worth about ninety cents at the time.

4. I stepped away from a few things to focus on making art in 2025. I decided it was time to dedicate myself to art in this last year of my 50s and see what happens. It’s funny how energy can shift when intentions are clearly defined.

4. Like my grandfather, I’ve continued the tradition of collecting quotes. Here are a few of my favorites from 2025.

I’d rather regret the things I have done than the things that I haven’t. —Lucille Ball

I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best. ―Marilyn Monroe

Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie. ―Khaled Hosseini/author of The Kite Runner

Cheers to another trip around the sun…

I wish you a year filled with humor, curiosity, and sparks.

PS What didn’t work for me in 2025? Judgment, doom scrolling, too much sugar, not enough water, and too much clutter.

oh, the women I’ve met…

Last December, I rejoined a gym in my neighborhood. Access to equipment is great, especially in cold, grey Vermont weather. However, by far the very best part of my gym experience has been the sauna in the women’s locker room.

I’ve met ER nurses, a reproductive lawyer, a writer, a cowgirl, teachers, students, a non-profit director, a doctor, a boutique owner (who got me water recently when I stayed in too long and nearly fainted), and so many other remarkable women.

One woman and I began talking and soon realized that we were both artists and the same woman made our wedding dresses.

In a time when so much of what we are exposed to is deepfakes, or AI-generated—sitting in the dark, wrapped only in a towel, sweating, and talking to other women has been a welcomed respite from the world.

One day a few months ago two older women were talking in the sauna. I was listening at first—although I’m always ready to jump in with a question when I’m curious about something…unspoken sauna rules.

They were telling their stories about Europe during WWII. One of the women described how her Jewish family fled Germany to Switzerland on one of the last trains possible. I stayed in too long that day too.

The other woman, Tereska told the story of her parents who were newlyweds living in Warsaw, Poland when Germany invaded. I wanted to know so much more. Then she told me she wrote a book about her parent’s experience.

I went home, downloaded the audio version, and started listening to The General’s Barber and the Seamstress, A Polish Love Story by Tereska Buko.

When Hitler invades Poland in 1939, newlyweds Józef and Marysia Buko are catapulted into a sudden and heart-wrenching seven-year separation. Józef honors the soldier’s code and is forced to fight battles in many foreign lands. Marysia remains in Warsaw to join in the underground resistance against Poland’s Nazi occupiers. Each faces life-threatening situations demanding courage, faith, and resilience if the couple is ever to see each other again.  

GOODREADS—https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37881872

For the last few years, I’ve read a lot about WWII. My prior knowledge was embarrassingly lacking. Having met Tereska, and then reading about Józef and Marysia’s horror, grit, and heart made The General’s Barber and the Seamstress very alive to me.

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Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it.

―George Santayana/author/teacher The Life of Reason: Five Volumes in One

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PS I had not seen Tereska since she told me about her book in February. I kept hoping I would run into her. Last Friday I finished listening to the book and went to the gym. Our paths finally crossed again in the sauna and I learned that her cousin was the voice on the audiobook which personalized the story even more.

Thank you Tereska.