The sentence that stopped me cold

Hey, girl, hey On Wednesday, I asked you where you're still auditioning for a seat that should already be yours. I said we wouldn't sit with that question alone. So here's Sunday (eh ... Monday ... but who's really checking); the deeper pot. I brought the essay underneath that question, four reads to sit with, a hometown woman worth knowing, and, at the bottom, the room where we get to put it all down together. Come as you are. Let's get into it. The spice What If I Stop Working for Love? I...