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
In Which I Rant About My Dogs
I\’ve often wondered how parents of three children manage. After all, most adults only have two arms; most families have only two adults, maximum; and there are only two windows
Artsy Afternoon
Went to an opening at the local arts center this afternoon. It was a big show–two whole floors of a largish building–because every member of the arts center was guaranteed
Who Could Ask For Anything More?
Every once in a while I get a day like today. A day in which CFS only hovers around the edge of my consciousness. A day in which I was
Little Girls, Long Hair
Combing the tangles out of Bisou\’s coat the other day–a process she does not enjoy but for putting up with which she gets small bits of mozzarella–I thought about some
My New Life (I Wish!)
I don\’t make New Year\’s resolutions, other than to write heartfelt notes to the people who send me, in time for Christmas, personally signed (for which I\’m grateful) reports of
In Which The Gardener Gets A Reprieve
Not once since I embarked on my vegetable-growing career decades ago–not in Alabama, North Carolina, or Maryland–have I worked in the garden in January. But yesterday, in Vermont, I did.
Houseplant Season
Back in Vermont after a splendid Christmas with our assembled descendants, bags unpacked, dogs retrieved from their Club Med week at the Halfling B&B, I am now on the long
Cookies For Lunch
Ate cookies for lunch yesterday, because my spouse is away. This is something I would never do when he\’s around, not that he would object in any way. The most
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
In Which I Rant About My Dogs
I\’ve often wondered how parents of three children manage. After all, most adults only have two arms; most families have only two adults, maximum; and there are only two windows
Artsy Afternoon
Went to an opening at the local arts center this afternoon. It was a big show–two whole floors of a largish building–because every member of the arts center was guaranteed
Who Could Ask For Anything More?
Every once in a while I get a day like today. A day in which CFS only hovers around the edge of my consciousness. A day in which I was
Little Girls, Long Hair
Combing the tangles out of Bisou\’s coat the other day–a process she does not enjoy but for putting up with which she gets small bits of mozzarella–I thought about some
My New Life (I Wish!)
I don\’t make New Year\’s resolutions, other than to write heartfelt notes to the people who send me, in time for Christmas, personally signed (for which I\’m grateful) reports of
In Which The Gardener Gets A Reprieve
Not once since I embarked on my vegetable-growing career decades ago–not in Alabama, North Carolina, or Maryland–have I worked in the garden in January. But yesterday, in Vermont, I did.
Houseplant Season
Back in Vermont after a splendid Christmas with our assembled descendants, bags unpacked, dogs retrieved from their Club Med week at the Halfling B&B, I am now on the long
Cookies For Lunch
Ate cookies for lunch yesterday, because my spouse is away. This is something I would never do when he\’s around, not that he would object in any way. The most