Friday, June 24, 2011

Butterflies -metaphorically






All this is, is two people with different lifestyles, different plans, different backgrounds and stories that have come together for a moment and decided whether or not to devote even more of a minutes time together to see if this new connection would be worth it. As far as I can tell, I'm glad it was on both ends. Simple yet violent butterflies inside my half beaten stomach from lost loves before and circling as if to have my hand out the window, driving down the the streets of the big city with lights pointed only directly at me. Oh and there is a cup of sweet tea in my cup holder of course!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Our Youth


Amanda and Her Cousin Amy, by Mary Ellen

"IN 1990, Peter Howe at Life magazine sent me to North Carolina to photograph a special school for children with problems. The school was a very strange place because all of the twenty or so children were in the same classroom and their problems ranged from mild behavior instability to severe schizophrenia.

Nine-year-old Amanda was the most interesting child in the class. She was my favorite child. Amanda was very intelligent and very naughty. One day I followed her home on the school bus. When the bus stopped at her house, she dashed ahead of me and ran into a nearby wooded area. I continued to follow her into the woods and eventually found her sitting in an old stuffed chair having a cigarette. She thought that I would reprimand her since I was an adult. But I said nothing.

The following Sunday, I spent the day at home with Amanda and her mother. Amanda totally controlled her mother. She constantly gave her orders and proceeded to put on her mother’s nail polish and makeup. Amanda smoked openly in front of her. Her 8-year-old cousin Amy was coming over, and she was very excited. All day long, Amanda and her cousin played like children. Every forty-five minutes or so, Amanda would take a break to have a cigarette. Her mother could say nothing; Amanda was the boss.

Just before I left, I looked for Amanda to say good-bye. I found her and Amy in the backyard. They were in a children’s inflatable pool. Amanda was taking her regular cigarette break."