Mj Pettengill

Yes, the shadows are menacing, but we are equipped to find our way.

I am inspired by others' offerings. This particular poem is deeply moving. The love for mother brought about tears. Reaching into the...

We do not witness the atrocities connected to most of what we consume in our daily lives.

I must be ready to step into the truth. It is time to roll up my sleeves and be prepared to make my way through years of blood and guts.

He was an agreeable fellow, but I had given my whole heart to Silas.

Harmony—the common roots that we share with others—will always prevail.

Without such knowledge and wisdom, we are but rootless trees, destined to fall in the raging storms that continue to plague us.

In time, I will share what I have learned—another aspect of social death in a world that is seemingly waking up.

The record keepers have had a tendency to experience convenient historical amnesia.

I learned that without kindness, a soul will droop rapidly...

Impossible to focus on one group without the others, and as divided as they appeared to be, they were bound by their afflictions.

She stood waiting in my doorway, which is often ajar. I invited her in and still carry her with me.

One laughed and the other wept. At nightfall, I slept on the banks of Crooked River under the shelter of stars.

When she shared her hard-earned wisdom, it required time, possibly years, to comprehend the fullness of it.

Tho’ she often spoke of the rules, she broke them when she saw fit.

It is about knowing that these souls, and many like them, although hidden, once walked amongst us in time.

No friend to wipe the sweat of death...

Honor and share and leave room for that which is undreamed. Throughout eternity, may our souls not divide.

Many folks who have read Etched in Granite (Book One) ask, "What about Samuel?" Down from the Tree (Book Three) brings us to the heart...

The process of deciding which souls become narrators in the Etched in Granite Historical Fiction Series can be daunting. Initially, after...