By Ruby Peru When, at ages twelve and thirteen, Maureen and I were deposited for safekeeping on an Arizona horse ranch for the duration of the summer of 1980, it was very much as if we had both dropped from outer space, but from completely different spaceships. The ultimate tomboy,…
by Brett Miller A Spin on Isaac’s Wheel I was born wide-eyed and clueless into a world liberally dyed in patterns any child could appreciate. With little transition, a chromatic shift induced a rapid decline into biodegradable Amway products and butterscotch upholstery; Avon catalogs and avocado appliances. Before the tropical…