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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How I Became An Internationally Famous Blogger, And How You Can Too
Several weeks ago, the number of daily hits on MyGreenVermont suddenly skyrocketed. It\’s always good to know that one is not just a voice crying out in the desert, so
Nursing Bisou
Took Bisou to the vet at the crack of dawn today. She was suffering mightily from a two-inch-wide impacted gland. I will spare you the location of the thing, and
Attack In The Night
Something bit a chunk off Lexi\’s ear last night. My dowager German Shepherd, Lexi, is long of tooth, hard of ear and dim of eye, but she can still outrun
U Is For Uppers
\”Honey,\” the obstetrician said (for that is how we girls were addressed in 1969), \”you\’re two months pregnant and you\’ve gained four pounds. If you keep this up you\’ll have
T Is For Telepathy
Telepathy is not one of my fortes, with some exceptions. At certain times, my spouse of the last several centuries and I experience uncanny episodes of thinking/saying the same thing
The Enigmatic Cellist
I was meeting two friends for dinner at the tiny restaurant in the upscale village. It was warm enough that tables were still set up on the patio under a
Requiem For Three Hens
Last Monday I did my least favorite farm chore, one that I dislike even more than cleaning the chicken house: I took my three oldest layers to be slaughtered. They
S Is For Sensual, And Snake
The letter S is the most sensual of the alphabet. First, there is that small descending curve: sen-, then the big downward swoop and that little flick at the end:
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
How I Became An Internationally Famous Blogger, And How You Can Too
Several weeks ago, the number of daily hits on MyGreenVermont suddenly skyrocketed. It\’s always good to know that one is not just a voice crying out in the desert, so
Nursing Bisou
Took Bisou to the vet at the crack of dawn today. She was suffering mightily from a two-inch-wide impacted gland. I will spare you the location of the thing, and
Attack In The Night
Something bit a chunk off Lexi\’s ear last night. My dowager German Shepherd, Lexi, is long of tooth, hard of ear and dim of eye, but she can still outrun
U Is For Uppers
\”Honey,\” the obstetrician said (for that is how we girls were addressed in 1969), \”you\’re two months pregnant and you\’ve gained four pounds. If you keep this up you\’ll have
T Is For Telepathy
Telepathy is not one of my fortes, with some exceptions. At certain times, my spouse of the last several centuries and I experience uncanny episodes of thinking/saying the same thing
The Enigmatic Cellist
I was meeting two friends for dinner at the tiny restaurant in the upscale village. It was warm enough that tables were still set up on the patio under a
Requiem For Three Hens
Last Monday I did my least favorite farm chore, one that I dislike even more than cleaning the chicken house: I took my three oldest layers to be slaughtered. They
S Is For Sensual, And Snake
The letter S is the most sensual of the alphabet. First, there is that small descending curve: sen-, then the big downward swoop and that little flick at the end: