An engaging and troubling memoir about growing up down the road anddownwind of the Rocky Flats nuclear weapons facility. Not that arearesidents realized what it was back in the 50s when they were buying homes in which to raise their families. Employees at the plant were not allowed to discuss the...
A long lock of dark hair falls across her eyes and only her mouth is visible, a pouty smear that’s sullen or seductive, it’s hard to tell. My mother doesn’t like the painting—our uncertain budget has curtailed her home decorating impulses—but it’s a gift from one of my dad’s clients, a payment, a...