- In 2013, while contemplating signing up for my first half, my aunt said, "pretty soon you'll be running a full marathon!" I laughed her off, saying that only crazy people run that far. And well ... I guess I'm crazy. 

I'll be running the New York City Marathon in November, on behalf of for Team for Kids, a charity that raises money for youth programs in the city, focused specifically on building community and fighting childhood obesity in low-income neighborhoods. 

It's a pretty challenging fundraising goal: $100 x every mile I run = $2,620 (!!)

That's where I need your help: please please donate! Every dollar makes a difference, and I (and more importantly, the kids who really need this money) will thank you forever! You can donate on my fundraising page. THANK YOU!

- As a break from worrying about running hundreds of training miles or raising thousands of dollars, I went to Napa for my main partner-in-crime's bachelorette. The weekend was amazing, but two things really stood out:

We visited Lynmar Estate in Sonoma, which is a boutique winery in the Russian River Valley. It is gorgeous, but more importantly, the wines were delicious. We tried a few different Pinot Noirs, all of which were interesting -- fruity and jammy and nicely balanced. My favorite was the Susanna's Vineyard version, which even smelled good (like flowers!)
 

But even more impressive? Lynmar had a Chardonnay that I loved so much that I even contemplated buying a half-case of it (to justify shipping costs, obvi ... ) The La Sereinité was buttery without being cloying, with nice acidic undertones that kept it crisp and refreshing. I could drink that all day every day. 

(And since we're talking about wine, my summer song, featuring Rod Stewart AND A$AP Rocky. Clearly a winner.)

The other notable part of our trip? I went SKYDIVING. That's right. Someone successfully convinced me to jump out of a moving plane 8,000 feet in the air, putting all of my trust into a complete stranger and hoping that I didn't plummet straight to my death. There's 30 seconds of free-fall during which I screamed a string of expletives and thought about how little I'd accomplished before my impending doom. Then the parachute opens up and you float for a bit, which was much less scary and maybe kind of even nice. Can't say I'd do it again, but it was definitely an experience I'll never forget ...
 

- Now that all my shows are off the air, I've taken my annual deep-dive into the Netflix library and gotten completely sucked into Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. It's an Australian series set in the 1920s, and Miss Fisher is a delight -- a feminist flapper who's sharp as a tack and does what she wants. Plus, the clothes are BOMB. It's the perfect frothy