Mj Pettengill

They weren’t long letters, just brief newsy accounts from the home front. It was about that lifeline, that classic archetype of mother...

After all, we did not have a playbook so, we made up the rules as we went along.

How can you not love such darlings with their fat little cheeks full to exploding with nuts and seeds?

“I am with child.” My temples pounded. All strength was gone.

We were so proud to be Americans. We had an idea of who we were. We had each others’ backs.

We will find each other again and again, suspended between the wildness of Heaven and Earth...

It is time to rest, to reflect on the past season, find the creative, dark womb, and curl up beside the fire.

The primary source of collective and individual trauma related to the County Farm is rooted in profound unawareness.

It seems that in my youth, I discovered the meaning of God; God is music.

If we do not comprehend and harmonize with our own ignorance, we will not find forgiveness for ourselves and for those we label as ignorant.

Unlike the traditional auction, the pauper was sold to the lowest bidder.

I had never played for such a vast and diverse audience—on both sides of the fence—it mattered not that they were, in fact, dead.

It is unnecessary to wait for what we perceive as the perfect opportunity or the right conditions.

Be worth coming home to out of desire, not desperation. Be the firm shelter, not the ruins.

The apple trees in the horse pasture behind the barn of my childhood were abundant with wildly imperfect apples.

With little or no change, Monday always showed up in our world.

We tend to go with the flow but have no idea where the river leads.

She said that only very special people had a monocle curl and that they saw things differently.

Emotional and Spiritual Wellness Check

An egg about to crack open becomes a favorite moment.