(Note: WOOPS! July has been a super busy month and this project flew right by me. I’ll be sending out the last few weeks in the next few days and Monday July 24th should have us back on track.)

When I was young, I attended a party in a loft downtown. I hid in the kitchen next to pitchers of sangria; my roommate and boyfriend circulated. Hellos, how are yous, and other questions timed to the beat of the music. What was playing? Jazz? Big band? I wish I remembered.