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
Young Dog, Old Dog
Bisou had another play date with her brother Bear this afternoon. On these occasions, they wrestle and growl and roll on the ground and wrestle some more and you\’d think
April Fish
That\’s what they call today in France, and it\’s been a fishy kind of day here. Yesterday, the women in my yoga class, each of whom has been through a
Rites Of Spring
Two chicken-sized birds appeared on a tree behind the house this morning and sent the dogs into a frenzy of barking. They were clinging upright to the trunk of a
A Snowstorm Is Coming…
…but I\’m not upset, although most people around here are. We\’re supposed to be well into the lamb part of March by now, and instead, we\’re stuck in the lion\’s
Death Of A Country Store
When we were planning our move from Maryland to Vermont, we asked the man whose house we were buying if there were any motels nearby where we could spend the
Walk In The Woods
Today, for the first time since last autumn, the dogs and I went for a walk in the woods behind the house. The land slopes down to a narrow swamp,
Oh, Geraldine…
It was 1984, and it was a big deal that a woman was running for Vice President. We were all holding our breaths for her–how would she do? More to
Begetting
There\’s been considerable back-and-forthing in some of my favorite blogs lately about whether or not to have children, and what to say or not to say about people\’s decisions in
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Young Dog, Old Dog
Bisou had another play date with her brother Bear this afternoon. On these occasions, they wrestle and growl and roll on the ground and wrestle some more and you\’d think
April Fish
That\’s what they call today in France, and it\’s been a fishy kind of day here. Yesterday, the women in my yoga class, each of whom has been through a
Rites Of Spring
Two chicken-sized birds appeared on a tree behind the house this morning and sent the dogs into a frenzy of barking. They were clinging upright to the trunk of a
A Snowstorm Is Coming…
…but I\’m not upset, although most people around here are. We\’re supposed to be well into the lamb part of March by now, and instead, we\’re stuck in the lion\’s
Death Of A Country Store
When we were planning our move from Maryland to Vermont, we asked the man whose house we were buying if there were any motels nearby where we could spend the
Walk In The Woods
Today, for the first time since last autumn, the dogs and I went for a walk in the woods behind the house. The land slopes down to a narrow swamp,
Oh, Geraldine…
It was 1984, and it was a big deal that a woman was running for Vice President. We were all holding our breaths for her–how would she do? More to
Begetting
There\’s been considerable back-and-forthing in some of my favorite blogs lately about whether or not to have children, and what to say or not to say about people\’s decisions in