Mj Pettengill

From the wild to the County Farm, Nellie comprehended the sacred existence of all living beings and the unending circle of life and death.

The organ grinder and his monkey were an integral part of the late nineteenth-century street life.

Union Institute & University Article Features Mj Pettengill, Author

It had become a devastatin’ riddle, choosin’ between rent or food; because of the risin’ cost of both, Daidí could afford neither.

...they were stripped of their names and either given a fresh new name or were issued a number—a new moral identity.

The original blog was replaced with a simple poem. Here's why...

Paupers were punished for being poor, the elders for aging, and the sick for failing. Where did we go from there? Where do we go from here?

Once I was on my way to proper identification, comprehension, and acknowledgment, the wall of pain slowly and steadily vanished.

"Who knows the fate of little August? The Lord knows. And be prepared to accept that his mother will not return."

“I am with child.” My temples pounded. All strength was gone.