Monthly Archives: May 2011

Kage Baker had a mad on at Los Angeles for the last 20 years or so. It was the sort of grudge you can only hold against someone you love, someone whom you feel has let you down. Someone who … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was fascinated with hybridization. I have no idea why – maybe because she was the second-oldest of a whole mess of children, and may have suspected Momma and Daddy were trying for a new species. Maybe because any … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, as I have said before, loved heat. As long as she could strip down in the privacy of her home, sit in a breeze, somehow get all that hair off the back of her neck, and have an … Continue reading →

Kage Baker remains one of my enduring sources of wisdom. That’s easier to do once a person is dead, of course – they stop making new mistakes, all those little errors and faux pas that dilute the accumulated intelligence of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker and I got our first glimpse of the World Trade Center buildings falling on our way to work that September morning. Our favourite little coffee shop had a tiny telly behind the counter, showing the footage as the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved May Day. She always got up to wash her face in the morning dew – in her youth, especially at Faires, she would occasionally even strip off her shift and bathe in the dew – discreetly, behind … Continue reading →