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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Word Follies
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Bad Day, Good Dogs
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The Papal Bossa Nova
I wasn\’t particularly moved by the big crowds that cheered you in Rio, Francis, or by the babies you kissed–after all, John Paul II was as popular as a rock
Japanese Beetles
I remember with total clarity my first sight of a Japanese beetle in my first garden, back in Maryland a thousand years ago. \”Come look at this beautiful insect!\” I
Chicken Fence
Those of you who follow the complications of my simple life may recall that several years ago I tried to disguise the ugly wire fence around my hen yard. My
Walking
My friend John Harkey walks, bikes and practices sustainable living in Nashville, Tennessee. I loved his essay on walking and thought you might enjoy it too. You can read more
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
My Dream (Pantyhose) Quilt
If the internet had corporeal substance, I would kiss its feet. Here\’s why. Back in the 1970s, when I was deep inside the jaws of my earth mother fantasy, I
Garden Fairies
It\’s the easiest vegetable to grow, the one that makes it necessary to lock your car in summer so neighbors won\’t dump their surplus into it. And yet, for the
Word Follies
Redundancy, tautology, pleonasm–they all mean using more words than are necessary to convey a certain meaning. I especially like bilingual pleonasms–expressions that feature two words with the same meaning, for
Bad Day, Good Dogs
I had a bad day yesterday, the result of being overenthusiastic about life in general a couple of days ago. This is how it is with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome–you\’re going
The Papal Bossa Nova
I wasn\’t particularly moved by the big crowds that cheered you in Rio, Francis, or by the babies you kissed–after all, John Paul II was as popular as a rock
Japanese Beetles
I remember with total clarity my first sight of a Japanese beetle in my first garden, back in Maryland a thousand years ago. \”Come look at this beautiful insect!\” I
Chicken Fence
Those of you who follow the complications of my simple life may recall that several years ago I tried to disguise the ugly wire fence around my hen yard. My
Walking
My friend John Harkey walks, bikes and practices sustainable living in Nashville, Tennessee. I loved his essay on walking and thought you might enjoy it too. You can read more