Welcome to My Green Vermont
I was born in Barcelona, where I went to a school run by German nuns, studied solfeggio, and played the violin. When I was ten, my parents and I moved to Ecuador, where I had a number of exotic pets and strange adventures. Four years later, we landed in Birmingham, Alabama. None of us spoke English, and the strange adventures continued. (Many of these appear in My Green Vermont.)
Survived high school. Got B.A. in French and Biology, Ph.D. in Romance Languages (French and Spanish). Gave up the Church and the violin, got married, had two daughters, taught at a liberal arts college in Maryland. Also grew veggies, made bread, kept chickens, milked goats, and wrote for newspapers and magazines. I got bored with teaching, took up running, and went into higher ed administration. I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS), and learned to live in a totally different way.
I started My Green Vermont when we moved to that state. For ten years I lived with my spouse, three dogs, twelve hens, two goats, and assorted passing wildlife in a house on a hill, surrounded by fields and woods. In 2014, we moved to a cottage in a continuing care residential community near Lake Champlain. Gave up livestock and vegetable gardening in favor of wild birds, honeybees, a little red dog, and a gray cat.
My Green Vermont is a fertile compost pile made up of stories about the weirdness of growing up in three countries and three languages; portraits of beloved animals, both wild and domestic; and reflections on aging, being kind to the earth, and staying as calm as possible. I hope you will visit often, and add your own stories and reactions.
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
If It Sounds Good…
Somebody once asked Louis Armstrong what made a piece of music great. \”If it sounds good,\” he replied, \”it is good.\” Now there is a formula to put art critics
Concierge Dogs
(Still reading and appreciating your comments; still unable to respond!) I just finished a dark novel by Louise Erdrich, Shadow Tag, about artists and Indians, alcohol and fatal passions. My
Weird Blessings
My mother turned 93 last month. Last spring, after a lifetime of robust health, she became gravely ill. If someone had told my sister and me then that nine months
Spinach In The Snow
The post-blizzard sun was irresistible, so although I was weary from shoveling snow, I planted spinach today. The hardest part was trudging to the garden (a mere six yards from
Wolfie Earns His Kibble
(Please note: Blogger is still not allowing me to respond to your comments, but I do read them faithfully–and respond to them in my heart.) Drove to Philadelphia last weekend,
Sap Is Rising
Went to the figure drawing session again this morning. The model was the same young farmer who modeled three weeks ago, but he was transformed. Bopping into the room in
Blogger Blues
I was going to insert a photo of the clay sculpture that I took to a gallery in Barre, Vermont today. It was for a show on the theme of
The Art Of Chewing
We had our monthly winter salon here yesterday. I woke up to an unexpected white-out, but at 2 p.m. the sun came out and nine of us sat in front
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
If It Sounds Good…
Somebody once asked Louis Armstrong what made a piece of music great. \”If it sounds good,\” he replied, \”it is good.\” Now there is a formula to put art critics
Concierge Dogs
(Still reading and appreciating your comments; still unable to respond!) I just finished a dark novel by Louise Erdrich, Shadow Tag, about artists and Indians, alcohol and fatal passions. My
Weird Blessings
My mother turned 93 last month. Last spring, after a lifetime of robust health, she became gravely ill. If someone had told my sister and me then that nine months
Spinach In The Snow
The post-blizzard sun was irresistible, so although I was weary from shoveling snow, I planted spinach today. The hardest part was trudging to the garden (a mere six yards from
Wolfie Earns His Kibble
(Please note: Blogger is still not allowing me to respond to your comments, but I do read them faithfully–and respond to them in my heart.) Drove to Philadelphia last weekend,
Sap Is Rising
Went to the figure drawing session again this morning. The model was the same young farmer who modeled three weeks ago, but he was transformed. Bopping into the room in
Blogger Blues
I was going to insert a photo of the clay sculpture that I took to a gallery in Barre, Vermont today. It was for a show on the theme of
The Art Of Chewing
We had our monthly winter salon here yesterday. I woke up to an unexpected white-out, but at 2 p.m. the sun came out and nine of us sat in front