Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker regarded California as The Edge of the West. The reason is fairly obvious; head far enough west in California (at one point in our lives, maybe two blocks …) and you completely run out of continent. End of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the fourth of July. She was fiercely patriotic. She was the daughter, niece, cousin and aunt of soldiers. She never missed an election, determinedly exercising her franchise no matter what weather, car problems or grief the world … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a queen of searches. She was patient, implacable and ingenious – when something caught her attention, she would track it down to the uttermost limits of the Internet. However, she was also incredibly busy and slightly distractable. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had a life-long obsession with an architectural oddity that she called The Sentinel. It was visible from the backyard, a bit of weirdness on a nearby hillside – the degree of visibility depended on how high the mustard … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always made an enormous deal of birthdays – she stretched them out over several days, if she could manage it. Not just her own; other peoples’, too. Like mine. Which is today. My younger sister Kimberly is of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved that particular and rather melancholy ballad. She sang it when days were especially frustrating and full of problems, even though ours were seldom as bad as the overthrow of generations-old society … bad enough, though. I’m certainly … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, or at least the part of her that lives in my head, has apparently been spending a lot of time in the Next World Bar. And the mojitos must be really good … I’ve been dreaming through so … Continue reading →

Kage Baker professed an unconcern and lack of interest in how computers worked. In actuality, she understood more than she thought, but not as much as she felt she needed – so she took the stand that she understood none … Continue reading →

Kage Baker has been in my dreams a lot lately. I’m more glad than not – it’s such a relief to see her, even if I know I’m dreaming. I try every time to direct the dreams, get her to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved summer. It was warm, there was no school, the grey fog of California spring had usually worn off by Midsummer’s. There were plums; there were all manner of soft fruits, but the plums were the best. When … Continue reading →