I can’t remember the last time I did not prepare black eyed peas on New Year’s Day, so already we are doing things a little differently around here. Instead, we took ourselves to the park – the whole lot of us: me, all my kids, their dads, and our beloved Papa – and played whiffle ball in the bright San Diego sunshine. I’ve decided the fun we had all together is a far better omen for good fortune the whole year through than eating a particular legume.

Also, the last time my moon blood arrived on the first day of a brand new year was 2015 and that turned out to be a really great year, so. I’ll take it.