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
The Dog of Thresholds
The ancient Greeks and Romans had a class of gods, called liminal deities, who specialized in thresholds. These gods kept watch over people as they went in and out of
How I Survived the Move
From the first conversation about how maybe it was time to leave the house on the hill, it only took us five months to move into our cottage in Wake
Here We Are
I finally found my drawing tools, so I made a picture of our cottage: Legend:1. The Adirondacks2. Lake Champlain (visible only in winter)3. Weird little gingko4. My portable citrus orchard5.
Ta-Ta For Now
I guess I\’ll never be one of those heroic bloggers who manage to post every day no matter what is going on in their lives. What is going on in
The Warbler and the Septic Tank Guy
As a grace note for our potential house buyers, yesterday we had the septic tank drained. The septic tank guy was dragging the heavy hose across our lawn, when he
The Nightmare Driveway
Our house is on the market now, and yesterday I was looking at the listing sheet from when we bought it almost ten years ago. We must have had pretty
Gardens I Have Left Behind
Like the rest of the population of Vermont, yesterday I was out working in the garden, taking advantage of the warmish weather, which was scheduled to turn rainy and raw
Vroom… Vroom…
It doesn\’t feel like spring–too cold–and it doesn\’t look like spring–the trees are still bare. But it sounds like spring. And the sounds of spring are guy sounds. Open your
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
The Dog of Thresholds
The ancient Greeks and Romans had a class of gods, called liminal deities, who specialized in thresholds. These gods kept watch over people as they went in and out of
How I Survived the Move
From the first conversation about how maybe it was time to leave the house on the hill, it only took us five months to move into our cottage in Wake
Here We Are
I finally found my drawing tools, so I made a picture of our cottage: Legend:1. The Adirondacks2. Lake Champlain (visible only in winter)3. Weird little gingko4. My portable citrus orchard5.
Ta-Ta For Now
I guess I\’ll never be one of those heroic bloggers who manage to post every day no matter what is going on in their lives. What is going on in
The Warbler and the Septic Tank Guy
As a grace note for our potential house buyers, yesterday we had the septic tank drained. The septic tank guy was dragging the heavy hose across our lawn, when he
The Nightmare Driveway
Our house is on the market now, and yesterday I was looking at the listing sheet from when we bought it almost ten years ago. We must have had pretty
Gardens I Have Left Behind
Like the rest of the population of Vermont, yesterday I was out working in the garden, taking advantage of the warmish weather, which was scheduled to turn rainy and raw
Vroom… Vroom…
It doesn\’t feel like spring–too cold–and it doesn\’t look like spring–the trees are still bare. But it sounds like spring. And the sounds of spring are guy sounds. Open your