Mj Pettengill

Throughout time, in many dire settings, I have learned that as divided as they appeared to be, people were often bound by their afflictions.

Today, many are intrigued, longing for more information surrounding the history of mass burial grounds in New York City, across the country

No star is lost. It is we who have gone astray. We are finding our way home.

I no longer rely on princes, and frogs have more potential than what we learned in myths. They earned my respect in a much different manner.

It is time to reawaken all that is imaginable and buried deep in the bones of the land.

Earlier, I would have been captivated by the beauty of the tall fir trees on the shores, or the lighthouse and small cottages...

To me, especially after writing them into my life, crows are reassuring, wise, and a good omen.

"You must rely on your instincts and be okay with things getting messy. After all, it’s not about how it looks on the outside..."

We must rethink this way of being so that we may recover wholeness and well-being in our boys turned men.

As maidens, we encountered enchanted places carpeted with a thick layer of vibrant moss—the sphere of death and rebirth.

Poverty is not limited to one’s socioeconomic status; it is often a predicament of the soul as well. —MjP

The wolf became an unexpected ally.

Sometimes we are not planning on returning home, but it is time.

I had a few options. I could grow stronger, or I could break. Being on the other side of the table is very different.

"That was somethin’ about Mamma, she always led people around. She didn’t even try. Folks just happened to follow her. When I asked her...

As a child, I remember being afraid of my grandmother. She was a keen observer who rarely spoke. When she did, her words were crisp; she...

By reaching back to the child within, grasping her hand, and pulling her into a full embrace, I had discovered honest writing at its best.

We must seek with a pure and open heart, correcting and illuminating whenever appropriate and possible.

After the loss of my father, I was in a place of sadness and mourning, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a fluttering of orange ...