Mj Pettengill
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As a perennial hermitess, this is bearable— even preferable—but the time has come to emerge from the cocoon.
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Mj Pettengill
- Aug 22
- 3 min
A Note Inside a Coat: Foundlings ~ From the Author's Pen
Do you know what a foundling is?
Mj Pettengill
- Jun 21
- 3 min
From the Author's Pen: The Fate of Dolly May McGinnis
I find my way to the truth. It’s there; it waits patiently for relief from rage left unexpressed.
Mj Pettengill
- May 30
- 1 min
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields, the poppies blow...
Mj Pettengill
- May 27
- 2 min
How Were We to Know?
It was oddly festive for such an unfortunate event.
Mj Pettengill
- May 13
- 4 min
If We Call Her Father Earth
To the pretty frogs, dragonflies, birds, fish, beavers, flowers, rivers, bees, and swamps, I am sorry.
Mj Pettengill
- May 8
- 2 min
Raw, Wild Imperfection
Before Death’s final blow, she was but a flower that never faded, showin’ me the fierceness of a mother’s love.
Mj Pettengill
- May 7
- 3 min
The Original Mother's Day Proclamation: Call for Peace
From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!"
Mj Pettengill
- Apr 12
- 2 min
Fall River: More Than Lizzie Borden
We cannot heal what we are unwilling to look at or afraid to know.
Mj Pettengill
- Apr 6
- 3 min
Dads, Donuts, and Good Advice: A Tribute
My father had been dying for so long, that letting go was bittersweet.
Mj Pettengill
- Mar 27
- 3 min
Florence and the Lost Sisters
No selfies or social media posts were available for drumming up prayers or GoFundMe platforms to offer financial support.
Mj Pettengill
- Mar 17
- 4 min
Last Footprint Upon the Soil
We were not rich, but we were content, imperfect, and lovingly frayed around the edges.
Mj Pettengill
- Mar 10
- 6 min
All That Glitters Is Gold
Alchemy [ al-kuh-mee ]
Any magical power or process that transmutes a common substance, usually of little value, into a great deal of sense.
Mj Pettengill
- Feb 25
- 2 min
I Long to Know the Hidden Truth
The very ancient ones are our guides. It is up to us to awaken to them.
Mj Pettengill
- Feb 8
- 2 min
Her Faith Kept Her Free
Before Death’s final blow, she was but a flower that never faded, showin’ me the fierceness of a mother’s love.
Mj Pettengill
- Jan 25
- 3 min
Until Then, the Angels Would Do
I admired the courage of the wayward girl, the one who left snow angels in our winter garden.
Mj Pettengill
- Dec 29, 2021
- 2 min
Honoring Elders Project
As time marches on, it is clear that respecting and honoring our elders has waned into non-existence.
Mj Pettengill
- Dec 18, 2021
- 3 min
A Path Adorned With Snow Angels: An Inmate's First Christmas
May we always care about the truth. And may we not allow fear to lead the way.
Mj Pettengill
- Dec 11, 2021
- 1 min
From the Author's Pen: Quoting Nellie
...bringing me home to Cold River.
Mj Pettengill
- Dec 7, 2021
- 3 min
The Warmth of Your Sweater: Undaughtered
It isn’t just a sweater; it’s the shelter of him—my father—his care and safety enveloping me as if I were a little girl again.
