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
Orchestra Tales, Part The Third: The Earrings
Four years after my disgraceful but relieving exit from the Birmingham Youth Orchestra, my father continued to worry about my lack of ensemble experience. When the woman who played in
Catalog Shopping
Spent some time the other day looking through a fat catalog of late-Gothic sculpture in U.S. collections. I had no idea there were so many of those objects in this
Mulch Hay
Got six bales of mulch hay today, a kind of vegetable duvet that I plan to apportion to various living beings around here, i to make their winter more comfortable.
Intermittent Reinforcement
The weather has turned warmish, and the frogs that were hibernating in the muck at the bottom of our pond are surfacing again. Yesterday one of them was actually out
Orchestra Tales, Part The Second: Why I Hate Die Meistersinger
At the final rehearsal before one of our concerts, things were not going well. We were playing the overture to Wagner\’s Die Meistersinger, and something we were doing was bothering
Orchestra Tales, Part The First: Why I Hate Die Meistersinger
Shortly after we arrived in the U.S., my father, who thought I could use some ensemble-playing experience, signed me up for the Birmingham Youth Orchestra. Every Sunday afternoon he would
The Fly And I
Several years ago I did a stint as academic dean at a small, private, liberal arts women\’s college. In case it\’s been a while since you\’ve perused college catalogs, the
Bisou In The Storm
Yesterday, while the nor\’easter was raging, I let the dogs out to relieve themselves. Bisou, who cannot accept that her frogs have gone into hibernation, shot out the door and
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Orchestra Tales, Part The Third: The Earrings
Four years after my disgraceful but relieving exit from the Birmingham Youth Orchestra, my father continued to worry about my lack of ensemble experience. When the woman who played in
Catalog Shopping
Spent some time the other day looking through a fat catalog of late-Gothic sculpture in U.S. collections. I had no idea there were so many of those objects in this
Mulch Hay
Got six bales of mulch hay today, a kind of vegetable duvet that I plan to apportion to various living beings around here, i to make their winter more comfortable.
Intermittent Reinforcement
The weather has turned warmish, and the frogs that were hibernating in the muck at the bottom of our pond are surfacing again. Yesterday one of them was actually out
Orchestra Tales, Part The Second: Why I Hate Die Meistersinger
At the final rehearsal before one of our concerts, things were not going well. We were playing the overture to Wagner\’s Die Meistersinger, and something we were doing was bothering
Orchestra Tales, Part The First: Why I Hate Die Meistersinger
Shortly after we arrived in the U.S., my father, who thought I could use some ensemble-playing experience, signed me up for the Birmingham Youth Orchestra. Every Sunday afternoon he would
The Fly And I
Several years ago I did a stint as academic dean at a small, private, liberal arts women\’s college. In case it\’s been a while since you\’ve perused college catalogs, the
Bisou In The Storm
Yesterday, while the nor\’easter was raging, I let the dogs out to relieve themselves. Bisou, who cannot accept that her frogs have gone into hibernation, shot out the door and