Monthly Archives: December 2011

Kage Baker utterly hated hospitals – being a patient, anyway. She was a great visitor, bringing books, music, forbidden goodies … when I was 18 and having kidney surgery, she brought me stories of hers that had me laughing so … Continue reading →

Kage Baker taught me lots of things in our lives. How to make cornbread, what little I know of German, how to play pool. In the last year of her own life, she taught me to grab firmly on to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker disliked broadcasting her health conditions. She wasn’t one to actually tell you what was going on when you asked her how she was. And as she often quoted Arthur Guitarman: “Don’t tell your friends about your indigestion. ‘How … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always took writing to Fairs. And she even usually worked on it, which is a miracle of astonishing proportions. Those of you, Dear Readers, who have indulged in the mania of historical re-creation know that we all bring … Continue reading →

Kage Baker often seized on Faire weekends as escape hatches – rather like magical portals that appeared in the walls, and let us scarper from distasteful situations. Knowing we were heading North in horrible heat, to Dickens in a depressing … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved wind storms when we were kids. Momma’s house was on top of a ridge in the Hollywood Hills, above the Cahuenga Pass; Kage’s room was a tiny little chamber at the top of a cupola on top … Continue reading →