Born August 18, 1967  University of Pennsylvania Hospital, Philadelphia, PA

Employer: Accelerate Brain Cancer Cure – Vice President for Strategic Partnerships

’85 Abington Friends School (K-12), Jenkintown, PA

’89 B.A. English, Hamilton College, Clinton, NY

University of East Anglia, Norwich, UK

’93 M.Ed. Antioch University New England, Keene, NH

Daughters Hannah Rose Green and Elizabeth Grace Green; Parents Stephen and Beverly Green; Sister Kerrin Melissa Green

Faves: Music, Food, Literature, Writing, Bicycling, Alpine/Telemark/Nordic/Vintage Skiing, Kayaking, Fishing, Canoeing, Hiking…travel, people…

Places: Throughout USA, (lived in Sedona, AZ, Vermont, New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, Colorado) China, Taiwan, Korea, India, Egypt, England, Wales, Puerto Rico, Costa Rica etc. etc.

“Now bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible” – William Shakespeare

4 Responses to Bio

  1. Dede Cummings says:

    Dear Mark, I am loving working on your book! Almost done. You are an amazing person.

  2. Carolyn wilson says:

    Hey Mark,
    Rick Cowan just shared your marvelous blog with me. What a treasure. I think of you often. Next time I am in Vermont I expect to see you!
    Carolyn Wilson (Bill New)

  3. Beth Nikles says:

    Hey dear dear Mark,
    Come join us. Come here to your lake. Come here to feel this. Come experience this magical lake garbed in her new winter whites. She is perfection. She is healing. She offers her new face to you.
    You need a good Twin Lake Preserve fix…….Nothing like the solitude of our early morning winter sunrises. This morning, newly fallen snow covers all, billowing, floating on the most minute zephyrs, little swirls of eider down flocking every tree with the indescribable white purity of nature’s late winter gift. She has covered up the ugliness of that brown, the late winter scruffiness, that annual insult to our eyes…..made it all pure and clean and right once again. Not a sound. Just that absence of sound, that quiet…. It is welcome and enveloping and blissful and it turns one to introspection….and moves me to teeny tears of pleasure and, yes, awe, at this simple quiet majesty of nature at work. Little birds now find their way to our newly filled feeders on the deck. They line up in an Informal system that only they understand, patiently perching on bare branches overhanging the deck, as an unheard voice calls out, “Number 14. – Your turn!” No feathery spats, no “I’m next, my turn” here, just the quiet orderly rhythmic short flights in and back out. The fat little squirrels are sleeping in….noticeable only by their absence this morning. The trees along the shoreline now garbed in their late winter whites blend into the white sky – one with the now seemingly vast white lake. They stand like sentinels keeping that other world at bay. Nothing moving now. Silence. I am mesmerized by the oneness, the raw beauty of the absence of color, the stark reality of the solitude, and it is welcome and warming. Keep the wind away! Just give me a few minutes more – of this simple serene purity – Leave the welcome stark white oneness of your footprint alone! It is perfection! Mother Nature, pass by ever so silently as you leave us wrapped in your gift of a white cocoon. Let us be, just for a moment, let us be enveloped by and one with this silence – this majesty – feeling only calm and serene and reflective as we take it all in – It is good! It is Good! It is Good!

  4. Pam Roberts says:

    Hi Mark,
    Cindy and Phil Blood sent me your blog -what strong writing about your cancer journey. I send my concern to you for your diagnosis and an invitation to join Forest Moon’s Spirit of the Written Word writing group for people affected by cancer. We meet for 10 weeks on Tuesdays from 6-8 in Brattleboro this fall. Please contact me if you are interested. And keep on writing!
    Pam Roberts, facilitator (breast cancer, diagnosed 1993)

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