Mj Pettengill

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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.

Tempy tended to my bath, arranged my hair, and prepared my dress and accessories in time for us to attend a special church service...

Leave no stone unturned, as the right information may be tucked away in the wrong place.

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.

I finally owned up to the truth. My own will and desire created him in the wind.

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?

In my mind, I still tuck you in at night.

I have unveiled harrowing scenes, imagining food that is not fit for pigs, and placed myself at the table.

I re-read Abigail’s letter, starin’ at the words, “county farm.” It was as if I had learned of her death.

YES! ... not only in the woods but in the yard behind my kitchen as well. One young bear who lives nearby is familiar with me and my...

There are many spiders here. I used to scream and break into a sweat when I saw the big ones. That was a long time ago. Being out in the...

Left unguarded, we have come perilously close to losing each other. With it comes the danger of loss of self. We must remain rooted in...

I spend much time exploring dark places—places where we are typically unwelcome. There are no complaints here. I signed up for it. I made...

Blogs... I usually write the first draft, run it through my editing software, re-read it a few times (once aloud), and then post it. The...

This time it’s different. Whenever I experience the shift of one season into the next, there is often an aspect of longing. The...

He knew that I would not take part in blamin’ everything that ever went wrong, since the Garden of Eden, on Eve.

Facing fear in a rigged system while raising children—keeping them warm, fed, and sheltered—is downright perilous and unpredictable.