How Celebrating New Year’s With My Husband’s Peruvian Family Put Me On the Road Back to Myself
My family never made a big deal about New Year’s Eve. Sometimes, we were allowed to stay up to midnight (which, to my 7-year-old self, was insanely cool). My mom would make Red L Hot Assorted Puffs, a pastry we only ate once a year. We sat on the couch, and at 11:59 PM, we…