Mj Pettengill

We are a sum of those fragments of ourselves that we may not even remember, and they are often fueling us.

Salem was just a drop in the ocean...

It’s human nature to believe that our circumstances are unique. To a degree, they are. For the most part, we have been here and done this...

Where do the mysteries begin and end? The answer is nowhere and everywhere.

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.

Where is the love? When we are wrapped up in whatever we are doing, it may appear as if everything stays the same. As time passes, one...

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.

If you are still lost, I wish you well in your wandering. I beg you to trust your own compass at every turn.

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.

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...

They called her Flossie. I vaguely remember that photo, looking into her sparkling, clear eyes, detecting an air of innocence. Before I...

Every day is a gift—not the kind packaged neatly under a tree or stuffed in an old sock dangling from a fireplace mantle.