My golf is so delicate, so tenuously wired together with silent inward prayers, exhortations and unstable visualizations, that the sheer pressure of an additional pair of eyes crumbles the whole rickety structure into rubble. — John Updike Copy Share Image
“In a flash, the version of myself so carefully constructed for Mom’s and Dad’s eyes crumbles all around me. I have let them see my truth. Not the son I pretend to be, or the son they thought I was,… — Aaron Hartzler Copy Share Image
