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
How My Veterinarian Grandfather Saved My Life
Here\’s the story as my mother tells it. I was born at home because my parents were, as she puts it, so romantic that they didn\’t want the event to
Weird Advice I\’ve Gotten Over The Years
Beginning with earliest infancy: \”Chew your food well.\” I\’ve always bolted my food, probably as a result of the neonatal deprivations with which I may regale you some day. Turns
Walking Dogs In Mud Season
Let me be clear: this is not the real mud season. This mud, these balmy temps–they are the mere Braxton-Hicks contractions of the year. When the real mud season happens,
Barbara Pym, Writer And Martyr
I found Barbara Pym\’s first novel, Some Tame Gazelle, in the used books section of the local bookstore, and am rereading it now, as I reread her books whenever I
Schools And Snow
Every time I hear that schools are closed because of the weather, my heart goes out to all the parents. I sit eating my breakfast, no children to deal with,
In Which I Whine About Snow
I had a topic in mind for today\’s post, but I can\’t remember what it was, because the snow messed with my day. It began yesterday and fell all day
Lost An Ear, But Doing Fine
Left Bisou under my spouse\’s supervision and went down to my studio to carve some slate. When I say \”went down to my studio,\” it\’s because, instead of going up
Death And Dying
Yesterday, some fifteen friends and neighbors crammed into our living room for the second salon of the season. There was wine, white and red, and cheese and chips and dips
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
How My Veterinarian Grandfather Saved My Life
Here\’s the story as my mother tells it. I was born at home because my parents were, as she puts it, so romantic that they didn\’t want the event to
Weird Advice I\’ve Gotten Over The Years
Beginning with earliest infancy: \”Chew your food well.\” I\’ve always bolted my food, probably as a result of the neonatal deprivations with which I may regale you some day. Turns
Walking Dogs In Mud Season
Let me be clear: this is not the real mud season. This mud, these balmy temps–they are the mere Braxton-Hicks contractions of the year. When the real mud season happens,
Barbara Pym, Writer And Martyr
I found Barbara Pym\’s first novel, Some Tame Gazelle, in the used books section of the local bookstore, and am rereading it now, as I reread her books whenever I
Schools And Snow
Every time I hear that schools are closed because of the weather, my heart goes out to all the parents. I sit eating my breakfast, no children to deal with,
In Which I Whine About Snow
I had a topic in mind for today\’s post, but I can\’t remember what it was, because the snow messed with my day. It began yesterday and fell all day
Lost An Ear, But Doing Fine
Left Bisou under my spouse\’s supervision and went down to my studio to carve some slate. When I say \”went down to my studio,\” it\’s because, instead of going up
Death And Dying
Yesterday, some fifteen friends and neighbors crammed into our living room for the second salon of the season. There was wine, white and red, and cheese and chips and dips