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
I Think I Need One Of Those Assault Thingies…
Just kidding. But around here the war is escalating. You might say that Nature is in surge mode. Last night, when my husband let him out to scare any deer
Winter Lament, Continued
Let me know if you\’re getting tired of hearing about my victimization at the paws of non-hibernating creatures, but in the meantime, here\’s the latest.Taking advantage of the time-honored January
The Evil Passions Of Men
James Michener, in Iberia, published this list of rules for women, which he found posted in a church in rural Spain in 1943, the year my parents married. I grew
Under Attack
The winter fauna are getting to me. Here, in order of increasing annoyance, is the latest:1. A squirrel is back at the bird feeder. It\’s a plain old gray squirrel,
Petting The Warrior
Originally I got him as a decorative object, but now we have a relationship. I\’m talking about my Betta splendens, my Siamese fighting fish.I could not believe that a creature
Some Moral Reflections On Needlepoint
I just this minute finished a needlepoint pillow I\’ve been working on for almost a year. And by \”finished,\” I mean finished–backing attached, stuffing stuffed, the last seam sewn and
Winter Fauna
I\’ve long been under the impression that wild creatures hibernate, or at least slow down, during winter. But around here the cold weather seems to have raised activity levels by
Into Deep Silence
After the Christmas hullabaloo and brouhaha are done, a deep silence sets in. It helps if, as happened this year, a good thick snowfall comes to muffle the sounds and
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
I Think I Need One Of Those Assault Thingies…
Just kidding. But around here the war is escalating. You might say that Nature is in surge mode. Last night, when my husband let him out to scare any deer
Winter Lament, Continued
Let me know if you\’re getting tired of hearing about my victimization at the paws of non-hibernating creatures, but in the meantime, here\’s the latest.Taking advantage of the time-honored January
The Evil Passions Of Men
James Michener, in Iberia, published this list of rules for women, which he found posted in a church in rural Spain in 1943, the year my parents married. I grew
Under Attack
The winter fauna are getting to me. Here, in order of increasing annoyance, is the latest:1. A squirrel is back at the bird feeder. It\’s a plain old gray squirrel,
Petting The Warrior
Originally I got him as a decorative object, but now we have a relationship. I\’m talking about my Betta splendens, my Siamese fighting fish.I could not believe that a creature
Some Moral Reflections On Needlepoint
I just this minute finished a needlepoint pillow I\’ve been working on for almost a year. And by \”finished,\” I mean finished–backing attached, stuffing stuffed, the last seam sewn and
Winter Fauna
I\’ve long been under the impression that wild creatures hibernate, or at least slow down, during winter. But around here the cold weather seems to have raised activity levels by
Into Deep Silence
After the Christmas hullabaloo and brouhaha are done, a deep silence sets in. It helps if, as happened this year, a good thick snowfall comes to muffle the sounds and