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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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Mint, Anyone?

I just counted 22 jars full of various kinds of dried mint leaves in my kitchen. These are old canning jars—big blue glass ones with screw tops, smaller ones with

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Bread With…

This Thanksgiving, I passed the ceremonial turkey baster to my older daughter and her husband. By now I figure I\’ve hosted almost forty Thanksgivings, mostly at home, but some at

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Endangered Tenses

You\’ve all got me thinking about the shrinking use of verb tenses in this day and age. If language reflects how we think and who we are, Western civilization is

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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

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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

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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

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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.

Read More »

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

Read More »

My Green Vermont
Latest Posts

Mint, Anyone?

I just counted 22 jars full of various kinds of dried mint leaves in my kitchen. These are old canning jars—big blue glass ones with screw tops, smaller ones with

Read More »

Bread With…

This Thanksgiving, I passed the ceremonial turkey baster to my older daughter and her husband. By now I figure I\’ve hosted almost forty Thanksgivings, mostly at home, but some at

Read More »

Endangered Tenses

You\’ve all got me thinking about the shrinking use of verb tenses in this day and age. If language reflects how we think and who we are, Western civilization is

Read More »

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

Read More »

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

Read More »

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

Read More »

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.

Read More »

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

Read More »