Mj Pettengill

I had a few options. I could grow stronger, or I could break. Being on the other side of the table is very different.

As a child, I remember being afraid of my grandmother. She was a keen observer who rarely spoke. When she did, her words were crisp; she...

We must seek with a pure and open heart, correcting and illuminating whenever appropriate and possible.

If those who you called father or grandfather in this life, have departed from the earthly plane, please remember to simply speak their...

I remembered gatherin’ at the train station. The wind blew the last of the brittle, orange leaves from the unbendin’ trees, and the sky...

Traces of past beauty mingled with her expressions, tangled hair, and lined face. She had lost most of her teeth, but her smile was from...

I can actually reach out the window and grab hemlock needles in a pinch. It is possible that you may have easy access, too.

When the first English settlers arrived in America, they faced unimaginable hardships. Amongst the challenges of navigating uncharted...

Rain is my constant companion. Although nearing mid-May, I continue to carry wood to keep the fire burning in the kitchen stove. I refuse...

The steady song of the cicada emerges in August, signaling the winding down of the summer season. Family and friends gather together and...

After the loss of my father, I was in a place of sadness and mourning, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a fluttering of orange ...