Mj Pettengill

One laughed and the other wept. At nightfall, I slept on the banks of Crooked River under the shelter of stars.

I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the roof. During other seasons, this is of great comfort. However, not now, not here. One of my...

It is about knowing that these souls, and many like them, although hidden, once walked amongst us in time.

No friend to wipe the sweat of death...

Honor and share and leave room for that which is undreamed. Throughout eternity, may our souls not divide.

Many folks who have read Etched in Granite (Book One) ask, "What about Samuel?" Down from the Tree (Book Three) brings us to the heart...

They called her Flossie. I vaguely remember that photo, looking into her sparkling, clear eyes, detecting an air of innocence. Before I...

He placed the lifeless body on the ground and leaned the gun against the white picket fence.

After extricating myself from the deep, black mud...

Every day is a gift—not the kind packaged neatly under a tree or stuffed in an old sock dangling from a fireplace mantle.

Of course, we could provide store-bought mittens, but those crafted by hand offer much more warmth and stability.

How odd was this swirling of love and anticipation—these tears fueled by joy.

All life is sacred, and every living thing is a teacher.

It is up to us to reach down beyond those creaking bones and illuminate previously unseen and powerless souls.

This is an opportunity for folks to stop in and get signed copies of books in the Etched in Granite Historical Fiction Series.

If the choice is between horses, cows, or sisters, the cows are the audience of choice because they are polite.

Unearthing and transmuting historical trauma and ancestral wounds is a way back to the light. The journey is beyond reflective.

I have a little studio in the woods. I love this space.

My instincts were to frown and wish away those pests, those greedy hoodlums. But then I realized that blue jays are not bad.

If you can, go way back, even back into the womb, before coming into the world, into the light. Can you still see in the dark?