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
Bisou In Agility Class
There are eight dogs in our agility class, and Bisou is, far and away, the most hyper of them all. She is not the most hyper one in the ring.
Farewell, My Lovelies
This afternoon, Blossom and Virginia Slim left, never to return. My goat herding days are done, this time for good. It is the end of an era that began in
Tools, Glorious Tools
Today I got a package from England containing my slate-carving tools, and I am in heaven. The package contained one nylon mallet, weighing maybe half a pound; one beechwood mallet,
Dogs On My Yoga Mat
My house is full of rugs, mostly used to cover up the scratches the dogs have made on our wide-plank pine floors. Lexi, Wolfie and Bisou run and skid and
My TV Show, Part the Third
My TV show ended after three summers, but its effects are still with me today–and I\’m not talking about being cured forever of the fear of public speaking. Here\’s what
My TV Show, Part The Second
(If you\’re wondering how I came to have my own live TV show during my college years, you can find out here.) The end of my junior year in college
We Inaugurate the West Pawlet Salon Season
(My TV Show will resume in the next post.) It couldn\’t be simpler. During the winter months, on a predetermined Sunday afternoon people drive up our steep driveway, stomp the
My TV Show, Part The First
When I was twenty, I had my own TV show. This was many many years ago, practically the 18th century, but TV had already been invented. It was live; it
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Bisou In Agility Class
There are eight dogs in our agility class, and Bisou is, far and away, the most hyper of them all. She is not the most hyper one in the ring.
Farewell, My Lovelies
This afternoon, Blossom and Virginia Slim left, never to return. My goat herding days are done, this time for good. It is the end of an era that began in
Tools, Glorious Tools
Today I got a package from England containing my slate-carving tools, and I am in heaven. The package contained one nylon mallet, weighing maybe half a pound; one beechwood mallet,
Dogs On My Yoga Mat
My house is full of rugs, mostly used to cover up the scratches the dogs have made on our wide-plank pine floors. Lexi, Wolfie and Bisou run and skid and
My TV Show, Part the Third
My TV show ended after three summers, but its effects are still with me today–and I\’m not talking about being cured forever of the fear of public speaking. Here\’s what
My TV Show, Part The Second
(If you\’re wondering how I came to have my own live TV show during my college years, you can find out here.) The end of my junior year in college
We Inaugurate the West Pawlet Salon Season
(My TV Show will resume in the next post.) It couldn\’t be simpler. During the winter months, on a predetermined Sunday afternoon people drive up our steep driveway, stomp the
My TV Show, Part The First
When I was twenty, I had my own TV show. This was many many years ago, practically the 18th century, but TV had already been invented. It was live; it