Becoming the Creative Director of Your Year

Happy New Year! I am writing today, nestled in striped pajama pants with a homemade iced chai latte nearby. It’s iced because I am back in my hometown in Florida (currently 78 degrees and sunny) for the holidays, and my little brother-in-law’s wedding is this week. He is not actually little; he’s a grown man, but I met him when he was eleven, and I decided he’d be my little brother forever. I dated his older brother as a high schooler, and as an only child, I quickly embraced the role of older sister whenever I could. Memories of my high school sweetheart are filled with a middle school brother following closely behind. One time, Connor and I climbed onto the roof to stare at the moon — a moment so picturesque and quintessential high school romance that Kenny Ortega could have directed it. While the questions lingered in the air, “Will this be our first kiss?” and as our eyes met, we heard a rattle to the right of the roof. Tucker’s head appeared. “Hey, guys! What are you doing up here

Happy New Year! I am writing today, nestled in striped pajama pants with a homemade iced chai latte nearby. It’s iced because I am back in my hometown in Florida (currently 78 degrees and sunny) for the holidays, and my little brother-in-law’s wedding is this week. He is not actually little; he’s a grown man, but I met him when he was eleven, and I decided he’d be my little brother forever. I dated his older brother as a high schooler, and as an only child, I quickly embraced the role of older sister whenever I could. Memories of my high school sweetheart are filled with a middle school brothe