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
Francis, It\’s Not Funny
\”Question: How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb? Answer: That\’s not funny!\” Remember the days when we girls were expected to swallow demeaning jokes with a
Household Gods
If you\’ve read Laura Ingalls Wilder\’s Little House books, you remember Ma\’s little china shepherdess. Wherever the Ingalls family ended up–in the big woods, on the prairie, by Plum Creek,
Dying To Shop
For most of the last decade I\’ve been in shopping withdrawal. Along with the woods, the cow-dotted meadows, and the pastoral quiet of our former place in rural Vermont came
Swimsuit Shopping at T.J. Maxx
My last swimsuit had sat unworn in a drawer for a couple of decades, and when I put it on last week I found that the elastic had lost its
A Time To Cook–or Not
For everything, as we know, there is a season: a time to plant, a time to reap; a time to laugh, a time to weep. A time to cook…and a
Poor Wolfie
Nobody can figure out what\’s wrong with him. It started slowly, four years ago, when I noticed that Wolfie had lost some stamina. He still ran flat out, stretching his
Country Dog/City Dog
For all her posh breeding–Cavalier King Charles Spaniels were favorites of Charles II of England–Bisou is a country dog, accustomed to a daily ramble through the landscape. In our previous
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Francis, It\’s Not Funny
\”Question: How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb? Answer: That\’s not funny!\” Remember the days when we girls were expected to swallow demeaning jokes with a
Household Gods
If you\’ve read Laura Ingalls Wilder\’s Little House books, you remember Ma\’s little china shepherdess. Wherever the Ingalls family ended up–in the big woods, on the prairie, by Plum Creek,
Dying To Shop
For most of the last decade I\’ve been in shopping withdrawal. Along with the woods, the cow-dotted meadows, and the pastoral quiet of our former place in rural Vermont came
Swimsuit Shopping at T.J. Maxx
My last swimsuit had sat unworn in a drawer for a couple of decades, and when I put it on last week I found that the elastic had lost its
A Time To Cook–or Not
For everything, as we know, there is a season: a time to plant, a time to reap; a time to laugh, a time to weep. A time to cook…and a
Poor Wolfie
Nobody can figure out what\’s wrong with him. It started slowly, four years ago, when I noticed that Wolfie had lost some stamina. He still ran flat out, stretching his
Country Dog/City Dog
For all her posh breeding–Cavalier King Charles Spaniels were favorites of Charles II of England–Bisou is a country dog, accustomed to a daily ramble through the landscape. In our previous