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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
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Not A Moment Too Soon

Today you can practically hear the hoof beats of spring galloping north toward our latitudes.  Bright sun, blue sky, hens cackling, birds rejoicing.  And the snow sinking, sinking into the

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Sentient Beings Everywhere

I read somewhere–I think it was in a book by the herbalist Stephen Buehner–that when a field of clover is being overgrazed by sheep, the plants increase their production of

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What Mozart Saw

\”Though … [Mozart] lived through the French Revolution you search his letters in vain for anything other than the most oblique references to this continental cataclysm.  He had no feeling

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Suddenly Summer

Well, it\’s hardly summer when the ground is still covered with snow, but the light more than makes up for the lingering chill.  Oblivious of outside temperatures, my houseplants  know

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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

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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

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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

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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

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My Green Vermont
Latest Posts

Not A Moment Too Soon

Today you can practically hear the hoof beats of spring galloping north toward our latitudes.  Bright sun, blue sky, hens cackling, birds rejoicing.  And the snow sinking, sinking into the

Read More »

Sentient Beings Everywhere

I read somewhere–I think it was in a book by the herbalist Stephen Buehner–that when a field of clover is being overgrazed by sheep, the plants increase their production of

Read More »

What Mozart Saw

\”Though … [Mozart] lived through the French Revolution you search his letters in vain for anything other than the most oblique references to this continental cataclysm.  He had no feeling

Read More »

Suddenly Summer

Well, it\’s hardly summer when the ground is still covered with snow, but the light more than makes up for the lingering chill.  Oblivious of outside temperatures, my houseplants  know

Read More »

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

Read More »

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

Read More »

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

Read More »

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

Read More »