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 Portable Orchard
Maybe it\’s because they are person-sized and their outspread branches look like arms reaching out, but ever since I planted them four years ago, I\’ve grown attached to my apple
Resurrection
There are few things I like better than practicing subtractive sculpture on the plant kingdom. So when the snow finally melted last week I picked up my pruning weapons–secateurs, curved
Life Flashes
They say that when you\’re drowning, your entire life flashes by. But that\’s not the only time this happens. It also happens while you\’re downsizing. A dozen times every day
Spring and the UPS Man
Yesterday I had arranged for UPS to pick up a Very Important Document at our house. But when I went to put it on the porch, I saw that the
How I Learned to Travel Light
A single small suitcase, my violin, and a doll that I clutched to my flat chest–that is how I left Spain almost sixty years ago. My parents carried one suitcase
Seven Pounds of Cassette Tapes
There was a time, back in the quasi-medieval gloom of the twentieth century, when cassette tape players were cool. If you were used to carefully threading reel-to-reel tape only to
Last Egg
In chicken years, they were about my age. No conventional egg farmer would have let them live so long past their laying prime, but time kept getting away from me,
Thank Heavens for the Downstairs Guest Room
I can barely stand to be in my house these days, and given that winter is still raging outdoors and I have a lifetime\’s worth of worldly goods to sort
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
My Portable Orchard
Maybe it\’s because they are person-sized and their outspread branches look like arms reaching out, but ever since I planted them four years ago, I\’ve grown attached to my apple
Resurrection
There are few things I like better than practicing subtractive sculpture on the plant kingdom. So when the snow finally melted last week I picked up my pruning weapons–secateurs, curved
Life Flashes
They say that when you\’re drowning, your entire life flashes by. But that\’s not the only time this happens. It also happens while you\’re downsizing. A dozen times every day
Spring and the UPS Man
Yesterday I had arranged for UPS to pick up a Very Important Document at our house. But when I went to put it on the porch, I saw that the
How I Learned to Travel Light
A single small suitcase, my violin, and a doll that I clutched to my flat chest–that is how I left Spain almost sixty years ago. My parents carried one suitcase
Seven Pounds of Cassette Tapes
There was a time, back in the quasi-medieval gloom of the twentieth century, when cassette tape players were cool. If you were used to carefully threading reel-to-reel tape only to
Last Egg
In chicken years, they were about my age. No conventional egg farmer would have let them live so long past their laying prime, but time kept getting away from me,
Thank Heavens for the Downstairs Guest Room
I can barely stand to be in my house these days, and given that winter is still raging outdoors and I have a lifetime\’s worth of worldly goods to sort