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 John Ballantine I spent the weekend at the reformatory spinning bowls. Sometimes I had birthdays in the haystacks with women locked up for prostitution and burglary. During the summer Chain Saw Jack, in a cavernous dormitory, dripping with sweat, told me how he had cut off his wife’s head…