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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My Mother’s English

My mother’s relationship with the English language was complicated. She was in her early forties when she was first exposed to it, and after fifty years in America, she still

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The Shrine in my Soul

My grandparents’ farmhouse in Catalonia, with the covered terrace from which we watched the summer storms gallop towards us, the stables at the back, the chickens in the courtyard, and

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American Watermelon

Birmingham, Alabama, 1959. My parents are at the farmers’ market, buying a watermelon. They wander from stall to stall, searching for the round, basketball-sized watermelons like the ones that my

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Wobbly

I’m in a wobbly state these days. This, I am told, is normal after hip replacement surgery, but lately I’ve been feeling even more wobbly emotionally than I do physically. My

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To My Readers:

This is to let you know that, after today, if you have subscribed to this blog you may not get an email with my new posts. I am also aware that

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Showing Off

 My new left hip is only four hours old when the nurse comes into my room. “Wanna take your hip for a spin?” she asks, wheeling the walker up to

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Little White Paw

I go into the bedroom to prepare for a zoom session. My dog Bisou is with me because she’s always with me, unless I’ve accidentally locked her in a closet

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My Green Vermont
Latest Posts

My Mother’s English

My mother’s relationship with the English language was complicated. She was in her early forties when she was first exposed to it, and after fifty years in America, she still

Read More »

Optimized!

My new blog platform comes with search engine optimization (SEO), a gizmo that helps to ensure that if someone in darkest Africa googles, say, “memories of a Catalan childhood,” My

Read More »

The Shrine in my Soul

My grandparents’ farmhouse in Catalonia, with the covered terrace from which we watched the summer storms gallop towards us, the stables at the back, the chickens in the courtyard, and

Read More »

American Watermelon

Birmingham, Alabama, 1959. My parents are at the farmers’ market, buying a watermelon. They wander from stall to stall, searching for the round, basketball-sized watermelons like the ones that my

Read More »

Wobbly

I’m in a wobbly state these days. This, I am told, is normal after hip replacement surgery, but lately I’ve been feeling even more wobbly emotionally than I do physically. My

Read More »

To My Readers:

This is to let you know that, after today, if you have subscribed to this blog you may not get an email with my new posts. I am also aware that

Read More »

Showing Off

 My new left hip is only four hours old when the nurse comes into my room. “Wanna take your hip for a spin?” she asks, wheeling the walker up to

Read More »

Little White Paw

I go into the bedroom to prepare for a zoom session. My dog Bisou is with me because she’s always with me, unless I’ve accidentally locked her in a closet

Read More »