Six years after Hunterdon County became my home, Tabby’s Place opened its doors on the site of a formerly-abandoned cornfield situated just six miles from our house. Six years ago, I answered the call and signed on to volunteer at that sanctuary, helping to continue the realization of an amazing vision. Six weeks ago, we […]
Hazey asked me to tell you that she hates kittens. Hazey asked me to tell you that she is, and I quote, “punk rock.” Hazey asked me to tell you that she is so punk rock, the earth opens up and releases dinosaurs when she walks by. Hazey asked me not to tell you that […]
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?