Mj Pettengill

When thinking of Robert Frost, one does not usually conjure up an image of a chicken fancier and farmer...

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...