The next time Carson needed information, he would remember to ask children. They weren’t near as cagey as their parents.

The next time Carson needed information, he would remember to ask children. They weren’t near as cagey as their parents.

Bewitched once again by stacks and stacks of books
Brother Ralston smiles fondly, only too willing to believe in my womanly frailty. If it weren’t to my advantage, I’d slap the smile from his face.

How to open a new book
Silly questions…
Reading is the perfect escape from whatever ails you.

The track I wrote and recorded for The Scorpio Races. Violin and some additional foot-stomping by Kate Hummel. Everything else: me.
I just want to be me. Cate. Why isn’t that ever enough?
