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
Let\’s Clean Our Plates
Here is what Pope Francis, or Pope Frank, as the Nuns on the Bus call him, said last week: \”Throwing away food is like stealing from the table of those
The Foolish Gardener Rewarded
You think the title is ironic, right? You think that I did something stupid in the garden and now I have a disaster on my hands. Au contraire. The gardening
Let\’s All Do Less Laundry
I spent over an hour today folding and putting away laundry. This of course doesn\’t count the gathering, sorting, washing and drying that took most of the day yesterday. Time
War And Peace Among The Birds
How would you like to sit in my sun room one of these afternoons, gazing out into the verdant woods while the hens amble through the tall grass and the
The Goat, Her Milk, And The Poison Ivy
Back in the days when The Mother Earth News was my bible, I came across an article that said that goats not only love to eat poison ivy, but if you
Waiters Beware
When, ignoring her instructions to the contrary, he addressed her as \”young lady\” for the third time, she attacked him with a fork.
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Let\’s Clean Our Plates
Here is what Pope Francis, or Pope Frank, as the Nuns on the Bus call him, said last week: \”Throwing away food is like stealing from the table of those
The Foolish Gardener Rewarded
You think the title is ironic, right? You think that I did something stupid in the garden and now I have a disaster on my hands. Au contraire. The gardening
Let\’s All Do Less Laundry
I spent over an hour today folding and putting away laundry. This of course doesn\’t count the gathering, sorting, washing and drying that took most of the day yesterday. Time
War And Peace Among The Birds
How would you like to sit in my sun room one of these afternoons, gazing out into the verdant woods while the hens amble through the tall grass and the
The Goat, Her Milk, And The Poison Ivy
Back in the days when The Mother Earth News was my bible, I came across an article that said that goats not only love to eat poison ivy, but if you
Waiters Beware
When, ignoring her instructions to the contrary, he addressed her as \”young lady\” for the third time, she attacked him with a fork.