Monthly Archives: November 2015

Kage Baker absolutely loved to shop. When she had no money, she went window shopping and made lists for when she did get money. She never carried her own credit or debit card, nor even kept them in her desk … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the quiet parts of the winter holidays – the off-days, the filler days, the days between the great high holy days when one could lie about and eat leftovers and engage in  entertaining research. When the King … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t want to know when her friends died. It wasn’t that she didn’t care – she did, tremendously. But we’d entered that time of life when one’s playmates start dying a lot; and she couldn’t stand the increasing … Continue reading →

Kage Baker used to worry about running out of ideas. Probably most writers do that. Some, obviously, do not – there are some quite successful writers who have been writing the same story over and over through their careers. There … Continue reading →

Kage Baker suffered from migraines. She left them to me, along with all her writing notes and Beatles memorabilia. I had no vestige of a migraine until menopause heaved over my personal horizon. Kage, Kimberly and Anne all did – … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was of the opinion that, when one was ill, one should take time to fully recover before attempting to leap once more into the millrace of life. At least, she always told other people to do that. She … Continue reading →