God is my friend, my Father, my creator. He is Love, patience, justice, value, and good. He knows me better then I know myself, and is always there for me when the world is at its worst.
            -Yes I believe in God.

-M.J.

            My ideal day would start early in the dark hours of the morning, (with a fluffy bath towel on and slippers of course!) I’d sit on my porch with a cup of English breakfast tea (make that a BIG cup) and watch the sun come up over the water.  Taking that time to reflect and meditate on how wonderful God made everything. Spending that time just me god a cup of tea and his creations. P.S. My view of the water is minimal but its still there!

            I’d then make myself my favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs with tomatoes chives lots of cheddar cheese and a pinch of salt. After breakfast I’d pamper myself in a hot (but not long) shower. I’d get my battery stereo working so I could listen to music in the shower; most likely it would be the City of Angels soundtrack.

            I’d gather my 5 closest friends, either my will or I’d bribe them into the car and we would drive up to Ashland. On the four hour drive we would have the windows down and Linkin Park playing, that and A Perfect Circle. I’d have my camera to document the entire drive. We’d stop at every out of the way shop to see the odds and ends we would find.

            Once we got to Ashland we would get our faces painted and or get Carmel covered apples and go to the park where I would snap more photos. Most likely we would head over to Medford’s Mall because its better then the one where we live and hang out.

            Towards the end of the day we would drive home, the same way we came up with a car full of stuff and a camera full of pictures. We’d all get home and bunk in one house because I would be around midnight and we would crash at the closed house possible. I’d end my night reading something out of the bible, after I watch a movie with the gang.

      -M.J.

    As I browsed my favorite art site Deviantart.com I found the artist Poisongirl112, her photography is amazing, or it is to me! Christine Meadows is a 19-year-old freelance photographer from Melbourne (Australia). Her site http://www.christinemeadows.com.au/ shows more of her art then Deviant does.
    What really caught my attention was her “Dirty Little Secret” Project. Something about it was completely real. If Christine continued the “DLS” Project that would be awesome. However, at the moment it consists of 9 Photographs or real people sharing their ‘Dirty Little Secrets.’


    I know that love for someone can deepen if they leave; maybe that’s the horrible truth of heart ache. Not the falling out of love, but the falling deeper into love. I never really was able to pin point this emotion in my experience, so I wonder if others have felt this, or if it is affecting a few.


    I know I’ve taken a few of my parents Vicodin in the past, but never to the extent portrayed in this photo. Being that this is a Dirty Little Secret, could it be that he’s ashamed of it. Or because he portrayed it publicly, is it his way of getting it off his chest. So many ways to take it... so many.


    It’s sad, and I have been one of them, so know that most people out there don’t view themselves as beautiful. I know how amazing it is to have someone special really make you feel pretty. I don’t know how to describe it but its nice, an odd feeling that makes you want to smile and be more confident.
    Some people can do this to us, how? –Or maybe we look for it, subconsciously or consciously we may be yearning for this. Though it looks as if she was left by this person in the photo.


    Thats horrible, I’ve met my father, but to think on the fact that some people grow up without knowing the love of two parents. They grow up loving one and resenting the fact that the other one was never around. Or they grow up yearning for one not around, and hating the only one they have.
    Some can even meet there parent, but like my experience I had my father tell me once that we where strangers because we hardly saw each other. I told him that wasn’t my fault! I was the kid, he the adult!


    This photo caused me to cry, its so real in my life right now... as if I just went through this. Its so true, people and you and me feel this way. If you love someone you don’t want to disappoint them. I hate the word Disappointment...
    Passive...


    To be lied to all your life... that’s all I can think of in this, or that you’ve buried your self in lies that you don’t know how to speak truth.


    It can be true, it has to be true. Just look at domestic violence today and how many woman either out of feat or love will not admit to anything.



    ... words aren’t coming to my mind, I think it speaks for itself.


    I do believe this to be a good end to this project. It’s true, know matter what we say there are things we all hold on to and that is the beauty of any “Dirty Little Secret.”

Article (c) by M.J.
Poem by (c) M.J.
The "Dirty Little Secret Project" (c) By Christine Meadows