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
My Mother And The Archbishop
When my sister went to check on my mother at the hospital yesterday evening, she found her sitting in an armchair by the bed, propped up with pillows, knowing who
Pond Inhabitant
The crew who made our stone patio and put in our fish pond left this morning, and this afternoon there\’s a frog in our pond. It\’s just a little frog,
Buddhism To The Rescue
As my mother careens from lucidity to hallucinations and stupor,as her family is flung daily from optimism to despair,as her release from hospital draws near and the decision about continuing
Bisou\’s Menopause
With a single exception, every dog I\’ve ever owned has been spayed or neutered. Bisou, who just had the surgery yesterday, is the eighth. Until my last two dogs, I
The Doctors
My 92-year-old mother is in a Mobile, Alabama hospital with encephalitis. She is being attended by: an infectious disease specialist, a neurologist who has been in a wheel chair since
A Coming Hiatus
Dear Friends and Readers, My 92-year-old mother is gravely ill, and I will soon be leaving Vermont to help take care of her. Even before I do, however, my heart
A Lament For Gulf Shores, Alabama
People used to call it \”the Redneck Riviera.\” Its wide beaches and fine white sand, however, were nothing like the pebbly coves and varied vistas of the Mediterranean. And when
Pruning Away
There is a lilac bush on either side of our front door. Although I am anything but a symmetry addict, I realize that it would be good if the two
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
My Mother And The Archbishop
When my sister went to check on my mother at the hospital yesterday evening, she found her sitting in an armchair by the bed, propped up with pillows, knowing who
Pond Inhabitant
The crew who made our stone patio and put in our fish pond left this morning, and this afternoon there\’s a frog in our pond. It\’s just a little frog,
Buddhism To The Rescue
As my mother careens from lucidity to hallucinations and stupor,as her family is flung daily from optimism to despair,as her release from hospital draws near and the decision about continuing
Bisou\’s Menopause
With a single exception, every dog I\’ve ever owned has been spayed or neutered. Bisou, who just had the surgery yesterday, is the eighth. Until my last two dogs, I
The Doctors
My 92-year-old mother is in a Mobile, Alabama hospital with encephalitis. She is being attended by: an infectious disease specialist, a neurologist who has been in a wheel chair since
A Coming Hiatus
Dear Friends and Readers, My 92-year-old mother is gravely ill, and I will soon be leaving Vermont to help take care of her. Even before I do, however, my heart
A Lament For Gulf Shores, Alabama
People used to call it \”the Redneck Riviera.\” Its wide beaches and fine white sand, however, were nothing like the pebbly coves and varied vistas of the Mediterranean. And when
Pruning Away
There is a lilac bush on either side of our front door. Although I am anything but a symmetry addict, I realize that it would be good if the two