“Blue water extends in rows of gentle ripples to a thin line of barely visible cottonwoods on the far side. The wind dies to a whisper and it's quiet, almost perfectly still except for the snap of grasshoppers leaping from… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
“Blue water extends in rows of gentle ripples to a thin line of barely visible cottonwoods on the far side. The wind dies to… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
“I adore my mother, but I fear for her. She seems helpless, caught in the vortex of my father's dark moods and unpredictable behavior.… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
“Silence is an easy habit. But it doesn't come naturally. Silence has to be cultivated, enforced by implication and innuendo, looks and glances, hints… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
“I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
“His shirt is rumpled. His fingers, long and slender, are stained yellow at the tips from smoking. His mind is always on something else.… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
“The body is an organ of memory, holding traces of all our experiences. The land, too, carries the burden of all its changes. To… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
“My family never talks about feelings, and we certainly never talk about plutonium. It's hard to take something seriously if you can't see it,… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
