The day started with a trail run through shadowed canyons and groves of ancient oaks. It ended with a bottle of cava, hand-carried from Spain and uncorked on a sunset-lit beach that looked […]
A fir tree should have been balancing–decorated with straw stars and red wooden ornaments–in the corner. A grandfather–legs crossed and cold beer in hand–should have been sitting on the couch. Instead, he passed away just days before the holiday, making this our year without a Christmas tree.