As we roll into the final months of 2014, it’s not too late to get those tax deductions by making a contribution to your favorite church, charity or nonprofit. In the same spirit, many organizations are hosting their galas, benefits and campaigns.

The American Ballet Theatre held its Opening Night Fall Gala benefit at Lincoln Center, with more than 700 in attendance. The students of ABT’s Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis School performed “piece d’occasion,” an exciting dance choreographed by Alexei Ratmansky, with music by Camille Saint-Saens. Honored was business leader and philanthropist, Anne Tatlock, who received the 2014 Melville Straus Leadership Achievement Award. The evening raised $1.4 million. Can we do the same for the Dance Theatre of Harlem?

Baruch College, a city university branch, celebrated the 15th anniversary of its George and Mildred Weissman School of Arts and Sciences and the 10th anniversary of the Baruch Performing Arts Center. The evening featured a performance by Tony Award-winning actress and singer, Linda Lavin, with musical director and composer, Billy Stritch, at the helm. The Baruch Performing Arts Center has served as an incubator for on- and off-Broadway theatrical productions, including “Othello.” Among the performers who have graced the stage are Tito Puente and Wynton Marsalis. Throughout their years of support, the Weissman’s have donated $17 million toward the school’s academic and arts programming, which included a $10 million donation.

I skipped some of the party scene last weekend to take a trip with the family to Shelborne, Mass., for a weekend stay at the Holbeck Farm, run by Thor Holbeck, a Norwegian national. It was not exactly what I thought it would be—it was better! We stayed in a love house that was rather sparse but tastefully decorated, which made it very comfy. Thor greeted us with a platter of cheeses, grapes and nacho chips. Needless to say, we devoured it all. For dinner, we had the best pizza ever, half cheese, half pepperoni.

Tucked under a bundle of blankets atop a bed that you had to climb up to get into, with the window opened ever so slightly, we were all asleep by 9 p.m. (on a Friday!). It was so quiet without the sounds of the city.

Early to rise the next morning, we were invited to breakfast at the home of Peter and Lynn Stevens, who live nearby at the top of a driveway so steep that I think they need a Hummer to travel back and forth during the winter months. Served were the best blueberry pancakes I ever had. They were light and filling, without leaving a feeling of being stuffed. I had to ask for the recipe, which Lynn generously shared. She uses stone-ground wheat flour, mixed with ricotta, eggs and a dash of milk. Say goodbye to Aunt Jemima.

Back on the farm, it was time for a tour of the barn. To my surprise, it didn’t smell like a barn, even though it housed chickens, roosters, peacocks and two rams, which were so adorable. The rams are of the bred called Shetland, so of course my next question was, what do you do with the wool when they are sheared? A sweater made out of Shetland wool is not only expensive but also very warm; but you know that. Thor opened a bin that was full of the sheared wool. He is not interested in a sweater and doesn’t care how cold it gets in Massachusetts—being from Norway.

Roaming the pastures outside of the barn were Thor’s two horses, Trixie and Crackerjack. At the sound of a drum, they come galloping over for food, which is given twice a day. Thor informed us that it is important to monitor how much food is given to a horse because they don’t know when to stop eating and can literally eat themselves to death.

While Julia went out horseback riding, Charles and I took a hike through the woods across the street from the farm, owned by none other than Bill Cosby. Cosby’s property is so vast that you never come close to his house, and the woods are so dense he must be dropped in by air. At one point, the trail through the woods opens out into a meadow. The vista is breathtaking. It looks on the town of Greenfield, and beyond to the rolling mountains in the distance. Although the scary thought getting lost and meeting a bear lingered in the back of my mind, the hike was quite an adventure and I would love to do it again.

After an hour of quiet time at the house, we headed out back for burgers and a bonfire. Thor made sure the table was laden with all of the fixings. The chairs were all set around the fire, which we enjoyed well into the night. After a dessert of apple crisp, pumpkin pie and vanilla ice cream, we perched Julia in front of the TV, which made her day, and we donned our bathing suits for a dip in the hot tub.

Sunday morning breakfast was light—just whole-wheat toast and Starbucks. The guys went out. Julia and I sat around and did homework, ate the rest of the pizza and before long, it was time to head back home, with thanks to Thor.

Happy birthday to Herbie Moultrie, who turned 90.

Until next week … kisses.