My Year in Reading: 2025

A roundup of some books I enjoyed throughout this past year, in categories I’m inventing on the spot.

Book I Looked Forward to so Much I Requested it for Christmas, and it Fulfilled My Anticipation

Bread of Angels, a memoir, by Patti Smith

I finished reading Smith’s memoir moments before starting this blog post. I generally only buy books by local authors or writers I know. Everything else comes from the public library. But I wanted a copy of this for my own and suggested my husband could buy it for Christmas.

A good portion of the book covers her childhood years. What’s fascinating, and maybe a little validating to me, is that such an extraordinary person didn’t have any kind of private lessons, go to summer camps, or travel at all growing up, as her parents were working class and made just enough money to feed and house the family. Largely, she and her siblings were left to their own devices, which meant they were free to make discoveries, develop initiative, and hone their imaginations.

Notable quote:

“This is what the writer craves, in a cafe in the earliest hours, in an empty drawing room of a hotel, or scrawling in a notebook in the pew of a silent cathedral. A sudden shaft of brightness containing the vibration of a particular moment…The unsullied memory of unpremeditated gestures of kindness. These are the bread of angels.”

If there’s a secondary theme, it might be summed up near the end, after she has recounted her efforts to continue a meaningful life after a tsunami of huge personal losses left her to bring up her children and reconstruct a career on her own.

“We are on this chessboard Earth, we attempt to make our moves, but at times it seems as if the great hand of a disinterested giant haphazardly sends us on a trajectory of stumbling. What do we do? We step back and seek within ourselves what is needed to be done and serve the best we can.”


Best Armchair Travel

Hidden Libraries: the World’s Most Unusual Book Depositories, DC Helmuth.

This book explores some of the world’s most unusual libraries–everything from a little free library built into a hollow tree to a “future library” that solicits authors to write stories not to be read for a hundred years. I shed a tear reading about the plundering a destruction of the great Mayan libraries of old, of which only 20 volumes were known to escape. On the other hand, I was filled with inspiration discovering the lengths people have gone to in order to make sure others have access to books, including biblioburros serving remote mountain regions and underground libraries in London created during WWII.


New Interpretation of One of My Favorite Classics

James, Percival Everett

We’ve all read Mark Twain’s story from Huck Finn’s point of view. Now Percival Everett has added a much-needed perspective by showing us events through Jim’s eyes, which at times means the brutality of slavery is shown more starkly than in Twain’s work. I believe this is an especially important book at this very moment in time.


Most Civic-Minded and Informative Nonfiction Book

Who is Government, the Untold Story of Public Service, Michael Lewis

A fascinating read, containing chapters by various authors, each of them doing a deep dive on one person or group within the federal government, showing what work they do and how it helps us all.

The first chapter is about a former coal miner turned engineer who made it his life’s mission to prevent roof collapses in mines, the number one cause of on-the-job death for miners. The slate of writers here is impressive – Dave Eggers writing about the Jet Propulsion Lab, W. Kamau Bell explaining what antitrust laws are, Sarah Vowell (be still my heart) taking on the National Archives (be still my heart again.) I learned there’s a woman who has been working at the FDA, trying her best to build some kind of system for medical professionals to use as a repository of information about the treatment of rare diseases.

I hope these folks haven’t all been purged from government by now.


Novel Where the Geographical Location is a Main Character

North Woods, Daniel Mason

This is a novel that spans centuries and several points of view, but remains fixed geographically to one location. One section of forest with a house that endures through several additions and renovations from colonial times on through to present day. A series of connected stories show the lives of various people (and in one case beetles) who inhabit it throughout the years, vivid and complicated characters all.

The writing is absolutely gorgeous, especially his nature descriptions. I would read it all over again just for those passages. There are surprising turns in the plot, but ones that make sense. After they’ve been sprung, you can see how the path was leading there all along.


Most Awe-Inspiring Book of Nature Writing

Close to Home: the Wonders of Nature Just Outside Your Door, Thor Hanson

If you’ve read my blog even sporadically, you’ll know why I was drawn to this nonfiction book. Thor Hanson is a biologist who wants to let us know we are all part of nature and that wonders are all around us. We don’t have to go farther than the nearest patch of green outside our doors, whether that be our own yard or a city park, to make discoveries and experience awe-inspiring biodiversity. The more we experience it, the more we will want to protect it.

He spends a lot of time describing the amazing variety he encounters within 100 feet of his house. This is interspersed with accounts of other naturalists who have increased our knowledge of the natural world simply by going outside and being observant. He has a real facility for describing plants, animals, fungi, and even air in a way that brings it all to life on the page.


Charming and Downright Delightful Graphic Novel That Left Me With a Warm Glow

Pumpkinheads, Rainbow Rowell and Faith Erin Hicks

I don’t read a ton of graphic novels, but I picked this one up for a reading challenge and found an unexpected treasure.

If you’re looking for a low-stress, but still engaging book, here you go. This is a sweet little tale about two high school seniors who are work besties finishing out their last ever shift together at a pumpkin patch. As one of them encourages the other to (finally) find and talk to the girl he’s been crushing on, they take the reader on a tour of the whole place in a madcap goose chase as they stay one step behind her. 

Lots of fun and great artwork. Speaking of the illustrations, pay close attention because a couple of wordless subplots take place there.


I read many more books, but these are the highlights I felt like sharing. Here’s to new literary adventures in 2026!

On Today’s Walk: Exploring & Experiencing

I generally don’t listen to audiobooks or music or anything on my phone during my pedestrian rambles. I also don’t usually set any kind of goal, track my walking speed, or try to solve any of my personal problems. No shade intended for those who get something different from walking. I’m simply describing how the practice is meaningful to me. My brain tends to hyperdrive most of the time, and this is how I find some balance in my life.

As much as possible, I like to adopt a child’s mind approach, open to exploration and experience, to a sense of wonder for whatever I might happen upon. Three phenomena caught my attention today.

First, I was walking near a sweetgum tree. Nonetheless, it took me a minute to realize what the darker object in this photo is.

Closeup of autumn ground cover including a tawny-colored, spiky Sweetgum seedball and an old, weather-beaten, grayish seedball with the spikes worn off.
New and old

At first, I thought it might be an old paper wasps’ nest that had fallen to the ground. But when I picked it up, I realized it was much too solid and hard. Only when I spotted a newly shed Sweetgum seedball nearby did I realize this is what they look like when they’ve been around a while and weathered difficult times. Doesn’t it look a lot like a wasps’ nest, though? Nature’s repeating patterns, I suppose.


Second item was a not-small hole in the ground. It looked like perhaps someone had dug out a small tree and forgot to backfill. Or else dug a hole for a tree and then never managed to plant it?

I estimate the hole to be somewhere between 1 and 1/2 to 2 feet on the long side. Definitely big enough my entire shoe would have fit in. I tried to plumb the depths through the leaf fill using a stick I found, but I’m not sure if I hit the bottom. I’d say it’s at least as deep as it is long.


The third wonder of the day was this patch of grass that’s a completely different hue than all the grass around. Did a spaceship set down here? I don’t really believe that. But why is it like this?

From a distance, it looked like it could be straw or hay spread on the ground. But it’s just monochromatic grass. Pacing it off, I came up with a guessed measurement of around 30 feet by 50 feet. It couldn’t be space aliens, of course. But how about fairies?

Truly, you don’t have to travel to distant lands to be an explorer. I’ve been walking around this same neighborhood for 20+ years, and I see new things all the time. It’s just a matter of noticing them.

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On Yesterday’s Walk: Merry Christmas

Christmas Eve at our house was peaceful and good, with just the three members of the household. The husband had to work part of the day but got off early. The grown son who lives here works from home and sets his hours, so he often takes his dinner up to his room and eats at the keyboard while creating code. But yesterday, he not only joined us for the whole meal, he wore his good jeans (no holes) and a nice sweater. We’re pretty casual and have never enforced a holiday dinner dress code, but I appreciated the effort.

Our family tradition is to have all the hoopla, including gift opening, on Christmas Eve, followed by a relaxed Christmas Day. I had four packages under the tree, and they were a perfect encapsulation of love to me. One I had requested specifically, the new Patti Smith memoir, Bread of Angels.

Book cover: Bread of Angels, Patti Smith, a memoir.

Aside from that, the guys got me a daily desk calendar with quotes from well-known women, a non-skid bathmat for the tub (after I nearly fell a couple weeks ago and made some drama about being on the verge of my first bad “old person” experience) and a reflective vest to wear for those occasions I find myself walking after dark (pretty much every weekday in midwinter, as the sun is already down by the time I stroll home from work.)

My loved ones care about my safety and they care about my inspiration and fulfillment. I received gifts that center the wellbeing of both body and soul. How about that spirit of Christmas, there? Pretty well captured, I’d say.

I got a chance to use my reflective vest already. We’re experiencing near record warm temperatures here, so the three of us took an evening stroll around the neighborhood to look at Christmas lights and decorations. We didn’t even need coats!

This was my favorite house:

Nighttime scene. House outlined with colored Christmas lights. A large skeleton wearing Santa clothes and beard stands next to a skeleton reindeer in the front yard.

The little bit at the bottom is a reflection on a car hood. I didn’t crop it out because I like the effect.


Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! And a wish for joy and peace to all, whether you celebrate Christmas, something else, or it’s just Thursday to you!

I’ll end with one of my favorite songs of the season with some of my favorite performers–John Denver and the Muppets. I listen to The Peace Carol several times every December.

On Today’s Walk: Sidewalk Petroglyphs

I talked my son into taking a little stroll with me around the neighborhood today, and we ended up on a stretch of sidewalk I don’t walk frequently.

Me: What is that?
Son: Looks like a crab. Maybe.

Sidewalk with a crab figure etched into the cement. The tips of two gray tennis shoes visible a step away.
Shoe tips left in for size reference.

Half a block later…

Me: You were right. It’s all spelled out in front of us.

Pavement with crab etched into it beneath the word "crab," also etched.
About the same size as the other one.

A half block after that:

Were these footprints left by the artist?

Sidewalk with shoe imprints in the cement.
It was then I carried you…

We may never know.

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On Today’s Walk: Surprise Fence Art

We are still staying at the hotel in the town where my in-laws live. This morning, the hubs and I ventured over to a nearby residential area for our walk.

It was a nice little neighborhood, with mostly standard ranch homes. Several houses were decorated for Christmas or in the process of being adorned.

And then we rounded the corner to the sight of surprise butterflies painted on a privacy fence. What a delight, brightening up the street!

Privacy fence with monarch butterflies and caterpillars painted on sections.

You never know where you’ll find art waiting to be discovered.

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On Today’s Walk: Thanksgiving Edition

Today’s walk involved a fortunate discovery. The spouse and I are visiting some of his family in Oklahoma and staying in a hotel. I really wanted to make sure and get a walk before over—um, eating. Just eating.

Oh, hey, look at this park *right behind* the hotel!

The attractive gentleman below was a value-added component I brought to the experience. Notice anything in the sky? A lot of planes going through the air today.

Man walking on sidewalk, visible in profile. Many jet trails in mostly blue sky.

I maybe have mentioned a time or twenty on this blog that I always enjoy a little footbridge.

Footbridge over ditch leading to cement path in park. Building in background.

Such a sunny day, even the littlest critters around are casting shadows.

Black beetle on concrete with prominent shadow.
Pennsylvania dingy ground beetle

Just noticing the details of the world around is a good gratitude practice. Happy Thanksgiving, all!

The Best Laid Plans of 1914

A few weeks ago, our neighborhood hosted a day of garage sales, and these two curiosities made their way home with me–tour itineraries for England, Wales, and Contintental Europe, for the years 1913 and 1914.



I assume all went well in 1913, since the tour organizer, Ms. Stella M. Weyer of Washington, PA, decided a repeat was in order for the next year. Perhaps she had begun what she believed would be a years-long career. Who knows?

Looks like a fascinating travel plan:


As an added item of interest, when I opened the 1913 booklet, a packer’s voucher from Phoenix Knitting Works fell out. It was dated 6/4/13. I guess someone mail ordered a scarf or something to wear on their sojourn.


Some of the tour notes telling travelers what to anticipate are a delight to read from a 2025 perspective. “Our motor cars are procured of the best London firm, are high-grade machines…driven by expert chauffeurs. The average rate of speed will approach twenty miles an hour…”

That’s 1913.

Looking at the 1914 itinerary evokes a whole different set of feelings.



The journey was set to begin from New York on July 2, and I’m burning with curiosity to know how far the group actually made it into the trip. Did they even embark after learning of the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand a few days earlier? Or were they unaware of the direction things were heading, and figured it would blow over?

July 27th has them arriving in Paris, the day before Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia, the official beginning of World War I. Their plan for mid-August was to visit Germany and Austria. By that time, several countries had been drawn into the fight, including France, Britain, Luxembourg, Belgium and Russia.

Imagine being in the middle of what was to be your vacation of a lifetime only to find yourself witnessing the commencement of the bloodiest, most widespread war the world has ever seen. How do you get the universe to laugh? Make a plan.

I have gone down some rabbit holes trying to find any other information about these tours, specifically the fate of the 1914 venture. But no luck. I have however, learned a bit about Stella Marshall Weyer, the organizer listed in both pamphlets.

She was born in 1876 in Portsmouth, Ohio. So she would have been in her mid to late thirties when all this was going down. And she lived in St. Louis for a portion of her life, which could be related to why I found her travel plans kicking around in central Missouri more than a century later, though she never married or had children as far as I could find.

A St. Louis Post-Dispatch article from 1893 lists Stella as a new graduate of Hosmer Hall, an all-girls’ school. An 1896 society article says she’s traveling to Leipzig to visit her brother and study art. Aha! She was experienced in European travel from a relatively young age. (Sorry, these are behind a pay-walled database through my local library, so I can’t link to them.)

Most significantly, I discovered she volunteered as a Red Cross canteen worker in France during the war, returning to the U.S. in 1919, after the Armistice of November 11, 1918. It’s possible her group was in France at the outbreak of hostilities, and she just stayed there, helping. She only lived a few more years, dying in 1923 of glioma of the brain.

In the past few years, we have seen for ourselves what it’s like to live inside of history. I know I’m still reeling from the world changing virtually overnight when the pandemic hit in 2020. But coming across these artifacts and learning a little about one single person who was caught in the maelstrom of world events has added a new layer of introspection.

Maybe what I’m learning is that we, in our current time and our place, just aren’t special. We’re not exempt. Anyone anywhere can find themselves in the middle of some kind of troubles. Our choice is whether and how to do some good anyway. Stella Marshall Weyer appears to have risen to an astounding occasion and volunteered in a way that was available to her. I’m going to keep that in mind this Armistice Day/Veterans’ Day.

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Film Thoughts: The Librarians

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I attended a conference this week where the organizers arranged a screening of the newly released documentary The Librarians. In a room of ~400 people, at least 200 of us shed tears during the viewing.

Working in the profession in one of those states, I have been well aware of the growing attacks on books, libraries and librarians. But it was an extra level of intense seeing actual interviews and footage of people who have served their communities, for decades in some cases, slandered and under attack for working to preserve access to literature, for dedicating their lives to igniting a love of reading, for insisting on inclusion for every person who comes through the door.

Some have lost their jobs. Some have fled the homes they loved to start over in a new place. Some have had to hire security (on librarian wages!) One was pictured driving through her hometown saying something like, “I have made sure everyone here knows I do own a gun.” This in response to death threats she has received. All because they want kids and adults to have access to books that combat racism or affirm the dignity of LGBTQ individuals.

I very nearly ugly cried (mild spoiler alert) when the filmmakers interviewed the gay son of a woman who has crusaded in the most vile way against school librarians for having books with diverse characters and messages of acceptance. He ultimately decided to go speak against his mother’s message at the same school board where she had been showing up and making a spectacle.

Mixed in with the tears in the room were cheers for these folks who have been thrust into the role of intellectual freedom warriors, a battle they didn’t anticipate. Importantly. the documentary pulls back the curtain on some of the behind-the-scenes funding and organization behind the pro-censorship groups.

If you get a chance, I highly recommend a viewing of this movie. But have your hanky ready.

See the trailer here.

After you watch it, check out these sites for information on protecting the right to read:

5 Ways to Fight Book Bans–PEN America

Unite Against Book Bans

ALA Get Involved–Banned and Challenged Books

In Missouri, there’s the Right to Read Coalition.


Jane Goodall, Secretary

“You cannot get through a single day without having an impact on the world around you. What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.”

― Jane Goodall

Photo from the Jane Goodall Institute

I assume everyone has by now heard the news of Jane Goodall’s passing. Like many others, I found inspiration in her achievements. I admire the work of anyone who helps us deepen our understanding of life on this planet and our place within that web. The older I get, the more my philosophy and sense of ethics boils to down to “everything is connected.”

But Goodall inspired me in another way. Several years ago, while I was creating my own unorthodox educational path toward my personal goals, I went to hear her speak. And she told the story of how she got started in the study of chimps in the wild, which is that she went to secretarial school.

As a young woman, she already knew her dream was to travel to Africa and learn about wildlife. But she didn’t have the money for college, and pathways were not created for women of modest means. So she and her mother together cooked up a plan that Jane would qualify as a secretary so that she could find work anywhere, save her money to travel to Africa, and hopefully get a clerical job with someone who was doing the research she dreamed of. A foot in the door at the right place.

Through hard work, lots of brain power and the support of her mother, the plan was stunningly successful. Goodall first worked for Dr. Louis Leakey at a natural history museum. But he was so impressed with her, he decided she would be the perfect candidate to send out to observe the chimpanzees. When she eventually did embark on PhD studies many years later, she did so without ever having done any formal undergraduate work.

Hearing this story at that time in my life meant more to me than anyone could have imagined. It’s a vast understatement to say my own personal accomplishments pale in comparison to Dr. Goodall’s, but they mean a lot to me. I believe a lot of us should take her lesson to heart. If you feel a strong calling but don’t see a road to it, get creative, come at it sideways, build a road.

I’ll wrap up with another of my favorite Jane Goodall quotes: “It actually doesn’t take much to be considered a difficult woman. That’s why there are so many of us.”

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