Mj Pettengill

He brought me up to where the outstretched limbs touch the stars, where I retrieved the part of me that I had left behind...I became whole.

After an intriguing and unplanned journey, I am pleased to share the news. The Crows’ Path is available in ebook format.

Union Institute & University Article Features Mj Pettengill, Author

I am a social historian and healer. I will not only use the term "ELDERS," but I will celebrate it and them.

It was oddly festive for such an unfortunate event.

Child labor laws were not in place until later years, often brought about by catastrophic losses.

Recently, my years of research and family history collided.

...they were stripped of their names and either given a fresh new name or were issued a number—a new moral identity.

Once I was on my way to proper identification, comprehension, and acknowledgment, the wall of pain slowly and steadily vanished.

"Who knows the fate of little August? The Lord knows. And be prepared to accept that his mother will not return."

There were many children like August and Billy. Where are they now?

May the little ones be mothered, as they should be, and all of us raised up from the deeps, Amen.

When I am in the void, I welcome it. Imagine the ocean. Without the dip between the waves, they would cease to exist.

She was an angel who appeared at the right time.

As a perennial hermitess, this is bearable— even preferable—but the time has come to emerge from the cocoon.

Do you know what a foundling is?

Until meeting Samuel, I was unaware that I had left a vital part of my soul in the heart of that tree.

I find my way to the truth. It’s there; it waits patiently for relief from rage left unexpressed.

With Abigail, I shared gratitude when my father gave me this doll. And like Abigail, my doll meant more after my father’s passing.

It was oddly festive for such an unfortunate event.