We used to have diaries to keep track of our lives. Now we have receipts.
Lynda Morgenroth is a writer and teacher with particular interests in art, nature and memory.
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As the landscape is transformed by winter, I find myself semi-lost in a familiar place.
I look forward to this period of bare trees, bare ground and quiet all through the noisy year.
I can still see the curving vines crammed into my car — wagging and listing and wilting as I drove thousands of miles, worried they would die in the heat, or the cold, or in my care.
Everyone has his or her own response to horror, disaster and tragedy. This is Lynda Morgenroth’s personal post-Marathon bombing pledge.
I’ve been trying to get used to the flashy, splashy ads of luxury goods in the MFA members’ magazine. It’s not working. I cannot believe that what the museum rakes in from these ads justifies the discord.
What to do when a loved one gives you something you absolutely hate and made clear you did not want.
Author Lynda Morgenroth remembers her Queens neighborhood on the day JFK was assassinated.
We read much about the powers of love, reconciliation, organization, yoga, stretching, probiotics, and kale. We do not read enough about the healing powers of thrift.
In Boston’s delicate early spring, subject to changing temperatures and still wintry nights, we are haunted by memories, good and bad.