Mj Pettengill

The steady song of the cicada emerges in August, signaling the winding down of the summer season. Family and friends gather together and...

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 ...

How can we really know who we are? We may think that we know, but everything is subject to change. This is what I have observed. I am a...