Mj PettengillMar 82 minMusic for the PoorThe organ grinder and his monkey were an integral part of the late nineteenth-century street life.
Mj PettengillAug 12, 20231 minWhere It All Began: Alumna Discovers Unmarked Graves Union Institute & University Article Features Mj Pettengill, Author
Mj PettengillMar 17, 20234 minOn This St Patricks DayIt had become a devastatin’ riddle, choosin’ between rent or food; because of the risin’ cost of both, Daidí could afford neither.
Mj PettengillFeb 10, 20233 minPrisoner 4100...they were stripped of their names and either given a fresh new name or were issued a number—a new moral identity.
Mj PettengillFeb 1, 20231 minBlaze a Trail of CompassionThe original blog was replaced with a simple poem. Here's why...
Mj PettengillJan 27, 20233 minSee You at the AuctionPaupers were punished for being poor, the elders for aging, and the sick for failing. Where did we go from there? Where do we go from here?
Mj PettengillJan 12, 20232 minThe Records Burned in a FireOnce I was on my way to proper identification, comprehension, and acknowledgment, the wall of pain slowly and steadily vanished.
Mj PettengillDec 24, 20222 minOne Is Not Better or Worse"Who knows the fate of little August? The Lord knows. And be prepared to accept that his mother will not return."
Mj PettengillNov 1, 20216 minOne More Chance to Pray “I am with child.” My temples pounded. All strength was gone.