Mj Pettengill

Had I left the fireflies alone, our stories may have taken a different turn.

Each time I cried for her, the river took me back in her rage. I fought White River until I could fight no more.

Apparently, it isn’t who or what you worship, or where and why. It is about somethin’ much bigger than us, and we’re in it together.

If your insight, instincts, and intuition are intact, then you may be in the midst of cracking open. If you dare trust yourself, this is...

Be mindful of what may emerge. Trust yourself, and trust your characters.

Daddy always said that when somethin’ is born, somethin’ dies, and when somethin’ dies, somethin’ is born—livestock, deadstock.

I was just eight years old when I had the idea to play in the cemetery and stop and read the stones.

Once again, regarding history, I emphasize acknowledgment over judgment.

“In God’s eyes, we are the same, no matter which side of the fence we are on.”

...trying to catch a massive waterfall in a shot glass.

We was one of them tarnished families that only stepped foot inside a church for funerals and weddin’s. Mamma roped us into goin’ to...

At this time, I wish to share that I will have an online presence that does not require an act of God to accomplish.

What was lost may be gone forever, but you can seek and create a new world in the space left behind.

We do not witness the atrocities connected to most of what we consume in our daily lives.

I must be ready to step into the truth. It is time to roll up my sleeves and be prepared to make my way through years of blood and guts.

We are a sum of those fragments of ourselves that we may not even remember, and they are often fueling us.

There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest. It is speckled...

E. E. CUMMINGS what if a much of a which of a wind gives truth to the summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun and yanks...

It’s human nature to believe that our circumstances are unique. To a degree, they are. For the most part, we have been here and done this...

Harmony—the common roots that we share with others—will always prevail.