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 Grandmother and the Cycle of Nature
My grandmother—the one who lived on a farm in Catalonia a long time ago—used to raise chickens and rabbits for the table. My grandparents were landowners, and they lived literally
Critter Quirks
Years ago, I put a stone in the birdbath as a ramp for the convenience of the bees. Yet since then, I have only seen one bee stand on the
Me and the Xfinity Robot
I am slowly recovering from my most recent interaction with the Xfinity robot. Hoping to discuss my WiFi problem with a human being, I had dialed the number of the
Late for Church
Losing stuff was one of the banes of my mostly bane-free childhood. Objects would disappear on a regular basis, vanishing into the fourth dimension, an alternative universe, or perhaps Limbo,
Truffle Goes to the Dog Park
Four labs and lab-mixes, and three terriers—or is it three labs and four terriers?—are in the dog park, a canine whirlwind. But where is Truffle? At six pounds, zero ounces
Naming the Bird
I’m sitting on the porch, bathing in green: green grass, green bushes, green trees, green air. Then, in the dark green crown of an oak—or is it a maple, or
Fingers of the Foot
For years, I used my toes as an auxiliary set of fingers. Seated at my desk, doing homework, if my pencil rolled to the floor I would reach out a
The Turkey Age
“You’re just in la edad del pavo (the turkey age),” my mother would say when I complained about my acne, hairy legs, and general adolescent unattractiveness. “But don’t worry. It
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
My Grandmother and the Cycle of Nature
My grandmother—the one who lived on a farm in Catalonia a long time ago—used to raise chickens and rabbits for the table. My grandparents were landowners, and they lived literally
Critter Quirks
Years ago, I put a stone in the birdbath as a ramp for the convenience of the bees. Yet since then, I have only seen one bee stand on the
Me and the Xfinity Robot
I am slowly recovering from my most recent interaction with the Xfinity robot. Hoping to discuss my WiFi problem with a human being, I had dialed the number of the
Late for Church
Losing stuff was one of the banes of my mostly bane-free childhood. Objects would disappear on a regular basis, vanishing into the fourth dimension, an alternative universe, or perhaps Limbo,
Truffle Goes to the Dog Park
Four labs and lab-mixes, and three terriers—or is it three labs and four terriers?—are in the dog park, a canine whirlwind. But where is Truffle? At six pounds, zero ounces
Naming the Bird
I’m sitting on the porch, bathing in green: green grass, green bushes, green trees, green air. Then, in the dark green crown of an oak—or is it a maple, or
Fingers of the Foot
For years, I used my toes as an auxiliary set of fingers. Seated at my desk, doing homework, if my pencil rolled to the floor I would reach out a
The Turkey Age
“You’re just in la edad del pavo (the turkey age),” my mother would say when I complained about my acne, hairy legs, and general adolescent unattractiveness. “But don’t worry. It