Stephanie Greene


Stephanie Greene is a free-lance writer now living with her husband and sons on the family farm in Windham County.

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For parents, the question of nature vs. nurture is never just academic. It’s a huge responsibility to raise a happy, healthy child and we want to get it right. As young parents of boys in the early ‘90’s, I felt like my husband and I were daily carving out new policy, setting up the laws of a small but terribly energetic country where anything could happen.

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My husband recently made a nine mile trek up Glastonbury Mountain, a 3,700-foot incline, and came back a convert — feeling tauter, fitter and enormously energized. A few good stretches headed off any cramps, and he guiltlessly consumed a generous slice of apple cake after dinner. When he invited me to walk an hour a day with him, I readily agreed.

It’s a given of Anthropology 101 that the moment a visitor enters a community, it’s changed, because its residents adapt - however slightly - to the newcomer. That’s especially true for a touristed state like VT.

When people find out I’m from Vermont, often the first thing they ask is if I think Bernie can win. I say he’s changing our national conversation, moving it from red herrings and celebrity obsession to issues that affect us all. They invariably agree, but persist on whether or not he can win - as if they had no say in the matter, or were talking about Japan or Chile.

For years I blew my top - along with the rotator cuff in my shoulder – trying to get our pull-start lawnmower going. I cursed the inventors of contraptions that require the upper body strength of gorillas. Eventually, with a single infuriating pull, one of the men in my family would start the mower for me. How ironic! We women seem to mow the lawn at least as often as men.

Greene: DIY VT

Sep 1, 2015

The closer to a city’s many opportunities you get, the easier it is to let other people maintain you.

As I drive along the beautiful West River on Rte 30 in Dummerston, I pass hundreds of parked cars, both local and out-of-state. Swimmers amble down to the river carrying picnic baskets, inner-tubes and towels, enjoying a bucolic upcountry experience. The one thing I don’t see along the river are sanitary facilities of any sort, and that’s worrisome.

I came upon the term “hand-selling” on Elinor Lipman’s Facebook page, where she was extolling the virtues of booksellers who recommend books to customers.

It was a great day when I scored a library card at the wonderful Provincetown Library on Cape Cod. For no charge it’s now possible to get a library card at the P-town Public without being a Mass resident, or even a U.S. citizen.

I have a good stainless steel soup pot that lost a handle. Without it, the pot was ungainly, and the boiling liquid dribbled out the holes left by the missing handle, puddling in the burner well of my stove.