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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

Cannibalizing The Bishop

A couple of posts ago I wrote about my struggle to get rid of Bishop\’s Weed (a.k.a. ground elder, goat\’s foot, gout weed and half a dozen other names). I

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Hostages To Fortune

“He that hath a wife and children,” said Bacon, “hath given hostages to Fortune.” I say “She that hath pets and critters hath given hostages to Fortune too.” Spent a

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Labor And Reward

Before the rain came today I thought I should clean out the chicken coop. It\’s not that big a deal—just an 8\’x10\’ room, with a deep carpet of hay, wood

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The Bishop, His Weed, And I

It goes by a dozen different names, but when I first saw it for sale in a Maryland nursery, it was labeled “Bishop\’s Weed,” so that is the name that

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Jesse\’s First Easter

The first year Jesse was with us, we spent the day before Easter in the customary egg-boiling-and -dyeing activities. After the girls went to bed, my husband and I assembled

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My Green Vermont
Latest Posts

Cannibalizing The Bishop

A couple of posts ago I wrote about my struggle to get rid of Bishop\’s Weed (a.k.a. ground elder, goat\’s foot, gout weed and half a dozen other names). I

Read More »

Hostages To Fortune

“He that hath a wife and children,” said Bacon, “hath given hostages to Fortune.” I say “She that hath pets and critters hath given hostages to Fortune too.” Spent a

Read More »

Labor And Reward

Before the rain came today I thought I should clean out the chicken coop. It\’s not that big a deal—just an 8\’x10\’ room, with a deep carpet of hay, wood

Read More »

The Bishop, His Weed, And I

It goes by a dozen different names, but when I first saw it for sale in a Maryland nursery, it was labeled “Bishop\’s Weed,” so that is the name that

Read More »

Jesse\’s First Easter

The first year Jesse was with us, we spent the day before Easter in the customary egg-boiling-and -dyeing activities. After the girls went to bed, my husband and I assembled

Read More »