Letters to Iceland

Kris grew up in the tiny fishing village, Siglufjörður, on Iceland´s north fjords where her mamma ran a pool hall and raised eight daughter and a very spoiled son. Daily visitors at her house told fortunes and ghost stories for entertainment. The family was forced to flee to the south coast of the island after the herring was depleted and no one could afford to play pool or gather in the family kitchen to tell ghost stories and tell fortunes. Some of the sisters ventured further south, to America, where Kris began her career as a motel maid, then journied up the career ladder across eight states and so many universities.