From that spot, where do you go next?

Claire Keegan’s “Foster” is what you read leaning against the handle of the refrigerator as the water boils and your wine glass gets lonely on the counter. You continue to read the story through the meal and, returning the plate to the sink, as your clothes washer spins off in the hall, then the dryer. Most of the sentences in the story gaze outward but every fourth or so looks in. A line looking in? “I am in a spot where I can neither be what I always am nor turn into what I could be.”

Right now… I’m in search of awesome. That’s what I’ve decided.

Colliding with the above story about a little Irish girl, I’ve┬áposted this similarly (seriously) themed Wilco song before but never this version.

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