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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
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Right Livelihood

Bear with me for a moment while I show off about my dog Wolfie. As I mentioned here before, I took him for a herding instinct evaluation last month and

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Little Herb Woman

When my grandchildren come to visit, I have a limited repertory of amusements to offer. I am a country grandmother, as my own grandmother was, and don\’t have much in

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Voices

One by air and four by ground, my descendants departed yesterday, and with them the voices, high and low, that had echoed in my mind for a week and a

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Rainy Day Grandparenting

Playing checkers.Playing War.Watching half an hour (no more!) of cartoons.Brushing the goats.Watching the goats go to the bathroom, right where they live.Reading stories.Looking out the window.Looking at Wolfie\’s teeth.Watching the

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Company Weather

It rains, then the sun comes out. Then it rains, then the sun comes out. Then it rains…. This is NOT acceptable. My descendants, including Violette and Remy, are coming

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Buying Honey

We were on our way back from Bennington the other day, when I saw the sign in front of a small house, “Honey For Sale.” “Stop!” I yelled, and we

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Five Memories Of My Father

1. The feel of his mustache on my neck. 2. His gray hat and his winter coat, which made his head and shoulders look gigantic. 3. Sitting on his lap

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My Green Vermont
Latest Posts

Right Livelihood

Bear with me for a moment while I show off about my dog Wolfie. As I mentioned here before, I took him for a herding instinct evaluation last month and

Read More »

Little Herb Woman

When my grandchildren come to visit, I have a limited repertory of amusements to offer. I am a country grandmother, as my own grandmother was, and don\’t have much in

Read More »

Voices

One by air and four by ground, my descendants departed yesterday, and with them the voices, high and low, that had echoed in my mind for a week and a

Read More »

Rainy Day Grandparenting

Playing checkers.Playing War.Watching half an hour (no more!) of cartoons.Brushing the goats.Watching the goats go to the bathroom, right where they live.Reading stories.Looking out the window.Looking at Wolfie\’s teeth.Watching the

Read More »

Company Weather

It rains, then the sun comes out. Then it rains, then the sun comes out. Then it rains…. This is NOT acceptable. My descendants, including Violette and Remy, are coming

Read More »

Buying Honey

We were on our way back from Bennington the other day, when I saw the sign in front of a small house, “Honey For Sale.” “Stop!” I yelled, and we

Read More »

Five Memories Of My Father

1. The feel of his mustache on my neck. 2. His gray hat and his winter coat, which made his head and shoulders look gigantic. 3. Sitting on his lap

Read More »