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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. Got bored with teaching, took up running, and went into higher ed administration. 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.

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Chlorophilia

Dies irae… I have experienced many days of politically induced ire since  2016, but nothing like this summer. Until the debate my wrath was focused on “the other guy,” with

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Days of Milk and Glory

In the summer of 1972, I wore only prints. This was not a fashion choice. I had a two-year-old and a newborn at home, and I started teaching summer school

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Sirens of the Kitchen Sink

The window of my childhood bedroom opened into the inner courtyard of our apartment block in Barcelona, as did the kitchen windows of the neighboring apartments. As I closed my

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About the Virgin Mary

My childhood was filled with powerful women. At home there was my mother, at school the German nuns, and up in heaven, yet also somehow very close to me, there

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Merlin in My Life

It’s 100F in Mexico, and dead howler monkeys are falling out of trees. Here in Vermont it’s only 90F, and nothing is falling other than my spirits at these signs

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Fishy Dreams continued

After waking up from the fishy dream I wrote about last week, I leaped out of bed, flew to the pet store, and came home with a Betta. His tiny

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Latest Posts

Chlorophilia

Dies irae… I have experienced many days of politically induced ire since  2016, but nothing like this summer. Until the debate my wrath was focused on “the other guy,” with

Read More »

Days of Milk and Glory

In the summer of 1972, I wore only prints. This was not a fashion choice. I had a two-year-old and a newborn at home, and I started teaching summer school

Read More »

Sirens of the Kitchen Sink

The window of my childhood bedroom opened into the inner courtyard of our apartment block in Barcelona, as did the kitchen windows of the neighboring apartments. As I closed my

Read More »

About the Virgin Mary

My childhood was filled with powerful women. At home there was my mother, at school the German nuns, and up in heaven, yet also somehow very close to me, there

Read More »

Merlin in My Life

It’s 100F in Mexico, and dead howler monkeys are falling out of trees. Here in Vermont it’s only 90F, and nothing is falling other than my spirits at these signs

Read More »

Fishy Dreams continued

After waking up from the fishy dream I wrote about last week, I leaped out of bed, flew to the pet store, and came home with a Betta. His tiny

Read More »