Monthly Archives: December 2010

Kage Baker really enjoyed New Year’s Eve. It wasn’t a big party night for her – but the glittery formality of the late-night celebration appealed to her. We were usually home by 8 or 9 at night, and often never … Continue reading →

Kage Baker hated the cold. No prevarications, no euphemisms – she outright hated the cold. It was her enemy; in her mind, a blue-faced anorexic glamor queen dripping diamonds and tacky furs, leaving windows open and being offensively skinny in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker believed that how a place or time felt was more important, and more informative, than what or when it actually was. If a day felt like a weekend (or weekday), her responses were tuned to what it felt … Continue reading →

Kage Baker believed that how a place or time felt was more important, and more informative, than what or when it actually was. If a day felt like a weekend (or weekday), her responses were tuned to what it felt … Continue reading →

Kage Baker relied upon her mind. A lot of people do not – as it were – ever think about it, hur hur hur:  the miracles of self, perception and intellect go on with the same casual  ease as digestion, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker – like all of us pseudo, semi, by inclination, marriage, adoption and osmosis English people – wondered at the etymology and provenance of Boxing Day. While most Americans have barely heard of the holiday of December 26th, Kage … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked contrasts – she liked to move quietly through the Christmas riot. Riots were the norm at Mama’s house – up to 3 generations running all around at the same time; cooking, eating, drinking, playing with all the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved Christmas Eve. I mean, who doesn’t? There are so many joys and delights to it – the actual celebration is finally, finally starting: the special food, the presents, one’s best-beloveds on their shining-hearted best behaviour, the tender … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always felt there was a magic tip-point for Christmas. There was, she felt, a point in the proceedings where one suddenly felt “Christmas-y”. It had little to do with the the amount or quality of decorations, or presents, … Continue reading →