Mj Pettengill

From the wild to the County Farm, Nellie comprehended the sacred existence of all living beings and the unending circle of life and death.

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

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.

We must push to work together with integrity to nurture, respond, and rejoice in shared abundance.

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow...

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have taught them of charity, mercy, and patience.

The organ grinder and his monkey were an integral part of the late nineteenth-century street life.

The Crows' Path is available!

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

"We shall meet, but we shall miss him; there will be one vacant chair; We shall linger to caress him when we breathe our evening prayer."

It was oddly festive for such an unfortunate event.

It had become a devastatin’ riddle, choosin’ between rent or food; because of the risin’ cost of both, Daidí could afford neither.

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.

The original blog was replaced with a simple poem. Here's why...

Paupers 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?

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

There was a great deal of heartache and compassion for these unfortunate souls, but few answers. I ask now, have we found solutions?