Classic Sarah Amador Boogie-Woogie
Last month's Quiet Lightning Literary Mixtape was so much fun. The cool thing about these shindigs is that each mixtape is unique and deeply satisfying in its own way. I don't know if it's because the venue changes each time, or because the curators change, or because the lineup all depends on who's moved to submit the month before and only the month before... but it's magic, every time. Learn more about Quiet Lightning here. I hope I run into you at a mixtape soon.
For once in my life, I finally slowed down when reading so that people could let the words sink in. And, as I wrote on Twitter, my time up at the mic culminated in my proudest literary-reading moment thus far: making a bunch of men gasp with "Sanctus Spiritus"'s final sentence. Very satisfying!
So satisfying, in fact, that I could feel the smile creep across my face as I scurried off-stage. My sister caught the smile, too, when she watched the above video and then found some old family video footage in which I make the exact same face. Now I'm going to share it with all of you. Behold, a classic Sarah Amador Boogie-Woogie: