Mj Pettengill

These ghosts still wander, reminding me of who we were in what seemed to be another lifetime.

At this time, I wish to share that I will have an online presence that does not require an act of God to accomplish.

When my oldest son was three years old, he was convinced that a rainbow had fallen into the puddle...

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

If you have always relied on a lantern to see, it is time to extinguish it. You may have forgotten that you know the way.

...it is essential to be informed, but at what cost?

At first, I thought it was a dream—the howling and rising pitch of the wind. Like an avenging spirit, it screeched over the rolling...

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

To me, the most incredible fact about opossums is that they consume thousands of ticks. I happen to live in a tick-infested area.

Salem was just a drop in the ocean...

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

My native culture and traditions have taught me that the barred owl is a messenger, a bringer of wisdom.

The air is thin as twilight aches with clarity, and the almost-full moon illuminates a dreamy, snow-covered world. I stare out the...

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...

If my response to what I learn is daunting, I examine why I am being affected as much as I am.

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

I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the roof. During other seasons, this is of great comfort. However, not now, not here. One of my...

When it is too cold, I look beyond the intricate ice fractals painted on the inside of the kitchen window. I seek that which hides deep...

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

Do you go deeper into the dream?