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.”

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.

Often, we sense the presence of the ancient ones through the subtle movement of trees, birds, animals, and plants.

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

I feel blessed to have had you as my earthly father and honor the gifts you gave me in life that continue to unfold.

"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."

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.

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.

I stand amidst the falling snow, deep within myself.

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?