Mj Pettengill6 days ago5 minWhere the Magic Tree Stands Until meeting Samuel, I was unaware that I had left a vital part of my soul in the heart of that tree.
Mj PettengillJun 213 minFrom the Author's Pen: The Fate of Dolly May McGinnisI find my way to the truth. It’s there; it waits patiently for relief from rage left unexpressed.
Mj PettengillJun 204 minHope Searching for Its HeartWith Abigail, I shared gratitude when my father gave me this doll. And like Abigail, my doll meant more after my father’s passing.
Mj PettengillMay 82 minRaw, Wild ImperfectionBefore Death’s final blow, she was but a flower that never faded, showin’ me the fierceness of a mother’s love.
Mj PettengillApr 221 minThe Heart of the TreeThere wasn’t a better place for untanglin’ thoughts and bein’ amongst clouds.
Mj PettengillApr 122 minFall River: More Than Lizzie BordenWe cannot heal what we are unwilling to look at or afraid to know.
Mj PettengillMar 174 minLast Footprint Upon the SoilWe were not rich, but we were content, imperfect, and lovingly frayed around the edges.
Mj PettengillFeb 82 minHer Faith Kept Her FreeBefore Death’s final blow, she was but a flower that never faded, showin’ me the fierceness of a mother’s love.
Mj PettengillJan 253 minUntil Then, the Angels Would DoI admired the courage of the wayward girl, the one who left snow angels in our winter garden.
Mj PettengillDec 18, 20213 minA Path Adorned With Snow Angels: An Inmate's First ChristmasMay we always care about the truth. And may we not allow fear to lead the way.
Mj PettengillDec 11, 20211 minFrom the Author's Pen: Quoting Nellie...bringing me home to Cold River.
Mj PettengillDec 1, 20212 minChristmas in the Village Studio Event / Books & Nature's Merries If you are around the village over the weekend, please stop in.
Mj PettengillNov 24, 20212 minGood Thoughts for Weary Minds...may this food provide strength and energy for our tired limbs and good thoughts for our weary minds...
Mj PettengillNov 1, 20216 minOne More Chance to Pray “I am with child.” My temples pounded. All strength was gone.
Mj PettengillOct 20, 20213 minMarya of the Wood: In the Wilds of North Sandwich It is time to rest, to reflect on the past season, find the creative, dark womb, and curl up beside the fire.
Mj PettengillOct 16, 20215 minWhen I Am Laid in EarthThe primary source of collective and individual trauma related to the County Farm is rooted in profound unawareness.
Mj PettengillOct 3, 20213 minGoing Once! Going Twice! Auctioning the PoorUnlike the traditional auction, the pauper was sold to the lowest bidder.
Mj PettengillSep 30, 20215 minGrateful to Be In ItI had never played for such a vast and diverse audience—on both sides of the fence—it mattered not that they were, in fact, dead.
Mj PettengillSep 26, 20212 minWe Are Each Other's LightIt is unnecessary to wait for what we perceive as the perfect opportunity or the right conditions.