This year’s Christmas post is dedicated to my nephew Trevor, because he encapsulated the magic of the holiday, in every way.
I don’t often make it home these days, being on the opposite coast. When I do, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have such an amazing family and friends. It’s hard to not sound like a Hallmark card. But hey, we ain’t perfect – we partied hard, and almost threw our dog Molly into the garbage by accident. Home is where the heart is.
Perched on the cliffs just north of Ocean beach lives the world-famous Cliff House. I had been wanting to visit this little gem for a while, and once I finally got around to it, I was pleasantly surprised. Being inside, you can feel its rich history and the warmth of the sun makes it impossible to feel blue. The Art Deco design dazzled me, as did the two martinis I had at Zinc Bar! But most of all, I was totally mesmerized by the enchanting sunset.