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
English As A Second Language
I spent a lot of years teaching Romance Languages to English-speakers. Now I\’m teaching English As A Second Language to my Cavalier King Charles puppy, Bisou. She came to us
Back To Square One
Wolfie is three years old today. He is big, and black, and powerful. He is in the flower of his doghood. But, sigh, he\’s still a work in progress. We
He\’s Not The Puppy Anymore
For days after we brought Bisou home, every time I called “puppy, puppy!” Wolfie would appear, panting and wagging his tail, expecting something wonderful—food, or a game outside, or a
Lexi\’s Tail
I was driving up to the house the other day, and as I crested the hill I saw a white tail bounding across the horizon. I went into alarm mode.
Bisou\’s Tail
Thwap, thwap, thwap. Thwap, thwap, thwap. In the six weeks that Bisou has been with us, this metronome has become the measure of my days. I walk in front of
Wolfie\’s Tail
My German Shepherd, Wolfie, has a 20”-long tail. Sorry, let me rephrase that: my German Shepherd DOG, Wolfie, has a 20”-long tail. It emerges from the downward slope of his
The Seasons Of Fall
Around here, fall is a season of extremes. It starts with the hillsides going up in flames of red, orange and yellow. And it ends with them the color of
To Post Or Not To Post
My fingers are itching to write a post about a recent encounter of mine. Chalk it up to my monastic existence, but the encounteree is the most socially inept person
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
English As A Second Language
I spent a lot of years teaching Romance Languages to English-speakers. Now I\’m teaching English As A Second Language to my Cavalier King Charles puppy, Bisou. She came to us
Back To Square One
Wolfie is three years old today. He is big, and black, and powerful. He is in the flower of his doghood. But, sigh, he\’s still a work in progress. We
He\’s Not The Puppy Anymore
For days after we brought Bisou home, every time I called “puppy, puppy!” Wolfie would appear, panting and wagging his tail, expecting something wonderful—food, or a game outside, or a
Lexi\’s Tail
I was driving up to the house the other day, and as I crested the hill I saw a white tail bounding across the horizon. I went into alarm mode.
Bisou\’s Tail
Thwap, thwap, thwap. Thwap, thwap, thwap. In the six weeks that Bisou has been with us, this metronome has become the measure of my days. I walk in front of
Wolfie\’s Tail
My German Shepherd, Wolfie, has a 20”-long tail. Sorry, let me rephrase that: my German Shepherd DOG, Wolfie, has a 20”-long tail. It emerges from the downward slope of his
The Seasons Of Fall
Around here, fall is a season of extremes. It starts with the hillsides going up in flames of red, orange and yellow. And it ends with them the color of
To Post Or Not To Post
My fingers are itching to write a post about a recent encounter of mine. Chalk it up to my monastic existence, but the encounteree is the most socially inept person