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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

Belated Potpourri

I made my belated potpourri today. It\’s belated because, in order for the content of the pot to become properly pourri (which means rotten…but a lot of almost-rotten things are

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Slow Down, Bisou!

I know you think you have wings, Bisou, but you don\’t, so please slow down. I have watched you a million times: no sooner does an idea hit you–there\’s a

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A Matter Of Manners

Here are my shoes. Put them on for a minute and tell me what you would do. Several months ago, the daughter of dear friends of ours got married. Before

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House Training Lament

Bisou, Bisou, what is going on with you? You will be five months old tomorrow, a well-grown pup in every way, lithe, well muscled, agile and coordinated. In just another

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Big Snow, Little Dog

Snow storms are thrilling and beautiful, but they can seriously interfere with the lives of people such as truck drivers, emergency personnel, and those who, like me, are house training

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Tenure-Track Tales, Part The Third

Another faculty committee I got elected to, that first year, was the Faculty Council. It met once a month for lunch in the President\’s Dining Room–a dimly-lit, dark-paneled space with

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My Green Vermont
Latest Posts

Belated Potpourri

I made my belated potpourri today. It\’s belated because, in order for the content of the pot to become properly pourri (which means rotten…but a lot of almost-rotten things are

Read More »

Slow Down, Bisou!

I know you think you have wings, Bisou, but you don\’t, so please slow down. I have watched you a million times: no sooner does an idea hit you–there\’s a

Read More »

A Matter Of Manners

Here are my shoes. Put them on for a minute and tell me what you would do. Several months ago, the daughter of dear friends of ours got married. Before

Read More »

House Training Lament

Bisou, Bisou, what is going on with you? You will be five months old tomorrow, a well-grown pup in every way, lithe, well muscled, agile and coordinated. In just another

Read More »

Big Snow, Little Dog

Snow storms are thrilling and beautiful, but they can seriously interfere with the lives of people such as truck drivers, emergency personnel, and those who, like me, are house training

Read More »

Tenure-Track Tales, Part The Third

Another faculty committee I got elected to, that first year, was the Faculty Council. It met once a month for lunch in the President\’s Dining Room–a dimly-lit, dark-paneled space with

Read More »