Mj Pettengill

One laughed and the other wept. At nightfall, I slept on the banks of Crooked River under the shelter of stars.

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...

Tho’ she often spoke of the rules, she broke them when she saw fit.

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...

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...

The process of deciding which souls become narrators in the Etched in Granite Historical Fiction Series can be daunting. Initially, after...

You must harden and become strong. Not that caring too much is a weakness, but in an orphanage, tears will do you in.

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?

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...

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

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

After sitting with this, I realized that I had not surrendered but gripped the wheel tighter.

Of course, we could provide store-bought mittens, but those crafted by hand offer much more warmth and stability.

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

I had to find a way to bring Abigail home, but there was no longer a home to speak of.