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
Crazy Blue Flits By
I was staring meditatively out the upstairs bathroom window while brushing my teeth a few days ago. It was snowing, as usual, and something slate-colored flashed among the flakes, followed
I\’ll Never Be Like That!
They cluster around the enormous stone fireplace, a couple dozen of them, mostly women, clutching cups of tea and eating doll-size cucumber sandwiches. Their scalps shine pinkly through their short
“Like the Fingernail from the Flesh”
In the Spanish medieval epic, The Poem of the Cid, the hero fights to help his king regain territory lost to the Moors. Like all such epics, the story is
There Be Dragons, Continued: Quandaries and Apprehensions
What if in the process of downsizing I throw out/give away stuff that I will later wish I still had? What if I don\’t throw out/give away enough stuff and
There Be Dragons, Continued: It\’s Not the Weather
\”Wait until spring to decide! You\’ll feel differently about everything then. It\’s been a terrible winter…\” This is what people have been saying when they hear that my spouse and
There Be Dragons
There\’s not been much room in my head for writing lately. My brain has been occupied with, a) staying warm and, b) envisaging our move away from this particular corner
From My Father\’s Hand
I found the manuscript of a piano sonata of my father\’s among some papers a while ago, and today I scanned it and sent it to his editor in Barcelona.
When the Days Begin to Lengthen…
\”When the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen,\” Laura Ingalls\’ Pa used to say, and this year is proving him right. We\’re having the kind of winter
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Crazy Blue Flits By
I was staring meditatively out the upstairs bathroom window while brushing my teeth a few days ago. It was snowing, as usual, and something slate-colored flashed among the flakes, followed
I\’ll Never Be Like That!
They cluster around the enormous stone fireplace, a couple dozen of them, mostly women, clutching cups of tea and eating doll-size cucumber sandwiches. Their scalps shine pinkly through their short
“Like the Fingernail from the Flesh”
In the Spanish medieval epic, The Poem of the Cid, the hero fights to help his king regain territory lost to the Moors. Like all such epics, the story is
There Be Dragons, Continued: Quandaries and Apprehensions
What if in the process of downsizing I throw out/give away stuff that I will later wish I still had? What if I don\’t throw out/give away enough stuff and
There Be Dragons, Continued: It\’s Not the Weather
\”Wait until spring to decide! You\’ll feel differently about everything then. It\’s been a terrible winter…\” This is what people have been saying when they hear that my spouse and
There Be Dragons
There\’s not been much room in my head for writing lately. My brain has been occupied with, a) staying warm and, b) envisaging our move away from this particular corner
From My Father\’s Hand
I found the manuscript of a piano sonata of my father\’s among some papers a while ago, and today I scanned it and sent it to his editor in Barcelona.
When the Days Begin to Lengthen…
\”When the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen,\” Laura Ingalls\’ Pa used to say, and this year is proving him right. We\’re having the kind of winter