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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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Dust To Dust…

In a snit, I have decided to get rid of most of my books, which sit untouched year after year until I pick one up and am appalled at the

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Nose Blindness

One night last December I put some Vicks VapoRub under my nose to help me breathe, and I failed to experience that familiar hit of camphor, eucalyptus, and menthol that

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On Self-Forgiveness

For centuries, in Catholic European countries, as soldiers were preparing for battle a priest would grant them general absolution from their sins. I do the same sort of thing before

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Smoking—An Elegy

My first cigarette was offered to me by my father, the Christmas when I was fifteen. In the Barcelona of my childhood, all the men smoked like chimneys, but none

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A Not So Charitable Rant

It begins in November. The local newspaper, the important bill, the handwritten note from a long-ago school friend are engulfed in a tide of mailings from charities to most of

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The Last Time…(revisited)

To save energy while I recover from COVID, I’m recycling this post from 2008. My mother and the dog Lexi are gone now, but the words still ring true. May

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Wildness in the Night

10 p.m. I am in bed, eyes shut, light off, book closed. Manifesting suddenly out of the dark, the cat Telemann leaps on the bed and burrows into the crook

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My Green Vermont
Latest Posts

Dust To Dust…

In a snit, I have decided to get rid of most of my books, which sit untouched year after year until I pick one up and am appalled at the

Read More »

Nose Blindness

One night last December I put some Vicks VapoRub under my nose to help me breathe, and I failed to experience that familiar hit of camphor, eucalyptus, and menthol that

Read More »

On Self-Forgiveness

For centuries, in Catholic European countries, as soldiers were preparing for battle a priest would grant them general absolution from their sins. I do the same sort of thing before

Read More »

Smoking—An Elegy

My first cigarette was offered to me by my father, the Christmas when I was fifteen. In the Barcelona of my childhood, all the men smoked like chimneys, but none

Read More »

A Not So Charitable Rant

It begins in November. The local newspaper, the important bill, the handwritten note from a long-ago school friend are engulfed in a tide of mailings from charities to most of

Read More »

The Last Time…(revisited)

To save energy while I recover from COVID, I’m recycling this post from 2008. My mother and the dog Lexi are gone now, but the words still ring true. May

Read More »

Wildness in the Night

10 p.m. I am in bed, eyes shut, light off, book closed. Manifesting suddenly out of the dark, the cat Telemann leaps on the bed and burrows into the crook

Read More »