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
Of Frog And Pond
I had to spring-clean the little patio pond today. Normally I aim for a sunny day after the ice has melted but before the frogs come loudly back to life.
Some Catholic Reflections On An Early Spring
As many of you know, I am a former Catholic–or rather a lapsed Catholic, since few people ever succeed in ridding themselves completely of Holy Mother Church\’s hold on their
In Which I Explain
I\’ve been writing here very little of late, and I feel I owe an explanation to those of you who have kindly clicked and read and kept me writing during
Tough Love For Wolfie, Part The Second
Things really went to hell in a hand basket when Bisou joined the household. Just as big dogs want to greet you by putting their paws on your shoulders, little
Tough Love For Wolfie, Part The First
In my dog-training heyday, you could walk into our house and see, several feet away from the door, Lexi and the now long-departed Mojo lying like statues on the rug,
Up A Tree
As I related here a couple of months ago, last summer a neighbor who lives a mile away came across a mountain lion batting around a woodchuck it had caught
Where Are The Snows Of Yesteryear?*
I\’ve had enough of this sad, brown, gray, muddy winter. This is not what I came to Vermont for. I came to Vermont for bright snow and bracing cold, and
Better Than Roses
Celebrated St. Valentine\’s Day by washing the curtains in the master bedroom, which is the only room in the house to have them. Since the view out of our windows
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Of Frog And Pond
I had to spring-clean the little patio pond today. Normally I aim for a sunny day after the ice has melted but before the frogs come loudly back to life.
Some Catholic Reflections On An Early Spring
As many of you know, I am a former Catholic–or rather a lapsed Catholic, since few people ever succeed in ridding themselves completely of Holy Mother Church\’s hold on their
In Which I Explain
I\’ve been writing here very little of late, and I feel I owe an explanation to those of you who have kindly clicked and read and kept me writing during
Tough Love For Wolfie, Part The Second
Things really went to hell in a hand basket when Bisou joined the household. Just as big dogs want to greet you by putting their paws on your shoulders, little
Tough Love For Wolfie, Part The First
In my dog-training heyday, you could walk into our house and see, several feet away from the door, Lexi and the now long-departed Mojo lying like statues on the rug,
Up A Tree
As I related here a couple of months ago, last summer a neighbor who lives a mile away came across a mountain lion batting around a woodchuck it had caught
Where Are The Snows Of Yesteryear?*
I\’ve had enough of this sad, brown, gray, muddy winter. This is not what I came to Vermont for. I came to Vermont for bright snow and bracing cold, and
Better Than Roses
Celebrated St. Valentine\’s Day by washing the curtains in the master bedroom, which is the only room in the house to have them. Since the view out of our windows