Mj Pettengill

He placed the lifeless body on the ground and leaned the gun against the white picket fence.

After extricating myself from the deep, black mud...

In that one, undefined moment, the transformation was inevitable. The truth that had been pressing in came forth from the shadows. My...

How odd was this swirling of love and anticipation—these tears fueled by joy.

All life is sacred, and every living thing is a teacher.

It is up to us to reach down beyond those creaking bones and illuminate previously unseen and powerless souls.

If the choice is between horses, cows, or sisters, the cows are the audience of choice because they are polite.

Unearthing and transmuting historical trauma and ancestral wounds is a way back to the light. The journey is beyond reflective.

My instincts were to frown and wish away those pests, those greedy hoodlums. But then I realized that blue jays are not bad.

I have unveiled harrowing scenes, imagining food that is not fit for pigs, and placed myself at the table.

YES! ... not only in the woods but in the yard behind my kitchen as well. One young bear who lives nearby is familiar with me and my...

There are many spiders here. I used to scream and break into a sweat when I saw the big ones. That was a long time ago. Being out in the...

This time it’s different. Whenever I experience the shift of one season into the next, there is often an aspect of longing. The...

I have learned to appreciate all phases of that which was once thriving and full of life.

Within the first moment of meditation, I heard a rustling in the leaves.

I slid into the role of making the most incredible piccalilli east of the Mississippi River.

Somewhere over the rainbow does not exist. You are here now.

There was reassurance in the remnants of stone walls. I found myself following them, hoping to find the stories to make sense of it all.

Sometimes I dream of a better world.

The sphere of mothers and daughters is much broader, with more possibilities of getting lost.