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
Shhh….
The quieter things get around here, the more I crave silence. Vermont is a pretty quiet state, and from our yard I can barely hear the cars going by at
In The Grip Of Venus
Bisou is in heat, and I\’ve been thinking about Racine\’s \”Phedre.\” In this 17th century version of the Greek myth, Phedre falls in love with her stepson Hippolyte. She can\’t
Rainy Day Anniversary
Yesterday, a rainy day, was the 42nd anniversary of my father\’s death. Today, another rainy day, I don\’t much feel like writing about what\’s going on outside, so I\’ll write
Can\’t Help Writing About The Weather
All things are relative, and one of the most relative things I know is the weather. Or rather, the perception of weather, specifically, the perception of temperature. In the middle
Sticks
Reader, feel free to yawn and, if you must, click on to another site. Because, today, I am going to write about sticks. Before I got into making this wattle
Yoga In Weird Weather
It happens every year: a few days of false spring, which itself gives me a weird feeling, followed by some snow, and by cold, though not frigid weather, which makes
In Which I Rant About Bitches\’ Rights
I last wrote here about the bi-weekly gatherings of Cavaliers at a nearby dog park, and the strenuous attentions that Bisou has steadily received from the \”ruby humper\” since her
The Post-Prandial Bone
Twice a day, after their meals, Wolfie and Bisou chew a bone. Even though our house looks like a midden, with so many bones lying around, Wolfie and Bisou always
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Shhh….
The quieter things get around here, the more I crave silence. Vermont is a pretty quiet state, and from our yard I can barely hear the cars going by at
In The Grip Of Venus
Bisou is in heat, and I\’ve been thinking about Racine\’s \”Phedre.\” In this 17th century version of the Greek myth, Phedre falls in love with her stepson Hippolyte. She can\’t
Rainy Day Anniversary
Yesterday, a rainy day, was the 42nd anniversary of my father\’s death. Today, another rainy day, I don\’t much feel like writing about what\’s going on outside, so I\’ll write
Can\’t Help Writing About The Weather
All things are relative, and one of the most relative things I know is the weather. Or rather, the perception of weather, specifically, the perception of temperature. In the middle
Sticks
Reader, feel free to yawn and, if you must, click on to another site. Because, today, I am going to write about sticks. Before I got into making this wattle
Yoga In Weird Weather
It happens every year: a few days of false spring, which itself gives me a weird feeling, followed by some snow, and by cold, though not frigid weather, which makes
In Which I Rant About Bitches\’ Rights
I last wrote here about the bi-weekly gatherings of Cavaliers at a nearby dog park, and the strenuous attentions that Bisou has steadily received from the \”ruby humper\” since her
The Post-Prandial Bone
Twice a day, after their meals, Wolfie and Bisou chew a bone. Even though our house looks like a midden, with so many bones lying around, Wolfie and Bisou always