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
My Green Vermont Mornings
The only way I can get out of bed when the alarm rings at seven is to make a solemn promise to myself that I will come back to bed
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
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
Goat On A Date
Sweet Alsiki went on a date today. This was not a spur-of-the-moment thing, but a highly orchestrated affair, like the betrothal of a Renaissance princess. Alsiki is not the most
Tenure-Track Tales, Part The Second
When I was hired at a small Maryland college , there were only three tenured women in the 80-something faculty. At the end of the first year, we were supposed
Tenure-Track Tales, Part The First
When my husband and I finished graduate school in the early 1970s, the market for advanced degrees in his field (physics) and mine (Romance languages) had all but dried up.
Vets
Fresh out of reading matter, I\’ve been rereading James Herriot for probably the fourth time. And like every time before, I\’m amazed at how he does it: the cold nights
First Fire
Yesterday we had the first snow of the season–barely. We got just enough to fill the insides of the fallen leaves and of the curly kale that is still growing
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
My Green Vermont Mornings
The only way I can get out of bed when the alarm rings at seven is to make a solemn promise to myself that I will come back to bed
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
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
Goat On A Date
Sweet Alsiki went on a date today. This was not a spur-of-the-moment thing, but a highly orchestrated affair, like the betrothal of a Renaissance princess. Alsiki is not the most
Tenure-Track Tales, Part The Second
When I was hired at a small Maryland college , there were only three tenured women in the 80-something faculty. At the end of the first year, we were supposed
Tenure-Track Tales, Part The First
When my husband and I finished graduate school in the early 1970s, the market for advanced degrees in his field (physics) and mine (Romance languages) had all but dried up.
Vets
Fresh out of reading matter, I\’ve been rereading James Herriot for probably the fourth time. And like every time before, I\’m amazed at how he does it: the cold nights
First Fire
Yesterday we had the first snow of the season–barely. We got just enough to fill the insides of the fallen leaves and of the curly kale that is still growing