Mj Pettengill

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!"

What did it mean to win or lose?

Tho’ I knew that mornin’ had indeed arrived, its general nature had gone wrong.

Had I left the fireflies alone, our stories may have taken a different turn.

I am a historical whistleblower. It's what I do...

Each time I cried for her, the river took me back in her rage. I fought White River until I could fight no more.

Apparently, it isn’t who or what you worship, or where and why. It is about somethin’ much bigger than us, and we’re in it together.

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!" Julia Ward Howe, 1870

Daddy always said that when somethin’ is born, somethin’ dies, and when somethin’ dies, somethin’ is born—livestock, deadstock.

Unlike the traditional auction, familiar to us in modern times, the pauper was sold to the lowest bidder.

Once again, regarding history, I emphasize acknowledgment over judgment.

“In God’s eyes, we are the same, no matter which side of the fence we are on.”

My question today is, would my Puritan ancestors send me to the gallows?

Except for Mary and August, no one knew about the attic...

We was one of them tarnished families that only stepped foot inside a church for funerals and weddin’s. Mamma roped us into goin’ to...

Usually done in by the end of the week, the girls were excited that P.T. Barnum’s circus was in town, and at the risk of penalty, took...

In the end, what haunted her in her youth had become what she lived for.

What was lost may be gone forever, but you can seek and create a new world in the space left behind.

With all of the snow piled up around us, it had become an unintended commitment. I didn’t give it much thought. It just happened.

The ships stayed in port, not intended for the ravenous folk with empty bellies and rattlin’ bones—