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 Day I Buried My Youth
One of the puzzles about growing older is how much to give in versus how much to resist it. By temperament and upbringing, I am in the camp of the
Sister D
My high school math teacher, Sister D, died last week. She entered the Benedictine order in her late teens, and must have been in her thirties when I knew her.
Is Wolfie A Moral Being?
Despite his fierce looks,Wolfie is the sweetest dog I\’ve ever had. He has caught many an errant hen for me without ever drawing blood. He has declined to decapitate goats
Compost And The Monk
A friend sent me a link to an interview with Thich Nhat Hanh (http://www.guardian.co.uk/sustainable-business/zen-master-thich-nhat-hanh-love-climate-change#skiplinks ). In it the 86-year-old Buddhist monk, one of the world\’s foremost spiritual leaders, talks, among
So Not in the Present Moment
On a 10F morning last week I found myself longing for a sweater. Not just any sweater, but the mother of all sweaters. Something that would encase me from neck
Hens Below Zero
I\’ve been trying hard not to write about the weather, but the nights have been below zero for a week now and my frontal lobes, which is where I mostly
The Most Off-Putting Blog Topic Ever
No, it\’s not death, but close. It\’s Long Term Care–what we\’ll all probably need if we aren\’t cut down in our prime by cancer, cardiac arrest, a drunk driver or
The Comfy Chair
In Barcelona, when I was nine years old, the German nuns in charge of my education used to assign ten long-division problems every night. That is a lot of problems
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
The Day I Buried My Youth
One of the puzzles about growing older is how much to give in versus how much to resist it. By temperament and upbringing, I am in the camp of the
Sister D
My high school math teacher, Sister D, died last week. She entered the Benedictine order in her late teens, and must have been in her thirties when I knew her.
Is Wolfie A Moral Being?
Despite his fierce looks,Wolfie is the sweetest dog I\’ve ever had. He has caught many an errant hen for me without ever drawing blood. He has declined to decapitate goats
Compost And The Monk
A friend sent me a link to an interview with Thich Nhat Hanh (http://www.guardian.co.uk/sustainable-business/zen-master-thich-nhat-hanh-love-climate-change#skiplinks ). In it the 86-year-old Buddhist monk, one of the world\’s foremost spiritual leaders, talks, among
So Not in the Present Moment
On a 10F morning last week I found myself longing for a sweater. Not just any sweater, but the mother of all sweaters. Something that would encase me from neck
Hens Below Zero
I\’ve been trying hard not to write about the weather, but the nights have been below zero for a week now and my frontal lobes, which is where I mostly
The Most Off-Putting Blog Topic Ever
No, it\’s not death, but close. It\’s Long Term Care–what we\’ll all probably need if we aren\’t cut down in our prime by cancer, cardiac arrest, a drunk driver or
The Comfy Chair
In Barcelona, when I was nine years old, the German nuns in charge of my education used to assign ten long-division problems every night. That is a lot of problems