Monthly Archives: November 2010

Kage Baker loved the San Francisco Bay. She loved crossing the bridges and looking down over the Golden Gate, the expanse of the Bay and the Pacific beyond it, the white caps and white sails and white birds that stitched … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a professional passenger. Partly this was because she couldn’t drive. Partly it was because she paid attention to the scenery. In fact, she paid so much attention to the scenery that it was a highly moral decision … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was always in charge of packing for our trips. It was my job to get the bags in the car and us to our destination – but packing was her forte. I would have arrived a lot more … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a hands-on writer, artist, performer – as much as she could, she tried to be capable of taking care of her tools herself. Being a tool-user is vital in any creative effort: it’s all very well to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was an artist. Well, yes,  Dear Readers may well say – tell us something we didn’t know. But Kage did not consider herself an artist. Of all the things she did, art was one she felt she had … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved driving Highway 101, because it was a familiar, family road. Most of her life, she lived within sight and sound of its roar, literally on the edge of the road. It ran to her front doorways. And … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, for all her love of Dickens Fair, always worried about our getting home once Sunday had ended. She would agitate to leave early, or at least on time; make sure we were packed and ready to go, so … Continue reading →

Kage Baker usually spent Dickens Build in her red camp chair with the built-in drink holder, consulting the holo in her head that showed her how the Parlour was supposed to be constructed. From time to time she would rise … Continue reading →

Kage Baker really loved the Great Dickens Christmas Fair. It was, she said, the Fair of her dotage – indoors, tidy, civilized. Chairs! Hot food! Flush toilets! Nearly everyone had manners (and, truth to tell, even Bill Sykes will give … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was the daughter of a soldier. That was important to her, though she had no personal memory of his service. She was born long after he fought in the Burma Theatre in WWII, after he was part of … Continue reading →