Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker ran her daily life around habits and rituals. Most people do, I suspect; it makes it easier to get through those moments when your brain derails and you can’t remember whether to marinate the London Broil or soak … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was fascinated with Mount Everest. Or, perhaps more accurately, with the men who climb it. I thought of that when I ran across this the other day: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2007244/Climber-discovers-frozen-body-best-friend-peak-Everest.html Everest is the grave marker for an astonishing number of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker used to say, when feeling indeterminedly ill, “Oh, the Cold Robbies gots me!” This is a Walt Kellyism, initially cherished by Kage because it sounded absurd. And because no one in Pogo ever knew exactly what it was. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker,  like so many people, hated rats. Humans mostly don’t like them; I suspect even indifference to them is an acquired taste, and genuine affection takes work and special interests. Kage said that one could go into this human … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the Summer Solstice. We always celebrated it with pomp and ritual – also with hard cider, brown ale, and a pizza. Kage declared pizza as a perfect Solstice food, being emblematic of a Sun Disk. We used … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved toys. She surrounded her working space with little doodads and bibelots all chosen to  give her something to do with her hands when she was bored. She was a fidgeter, a finger-tapper; someone who could not talk … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was the eldest daughter of George Henry Baker. Kage got his black eyes, his cheekbones, the dimple in his chin. Also an inhuman determination. George Henry was the eldest boy of 18 kids (mobs run in the family), … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a shy person, intensely private. She didn’t like to share personal information with strangers – or, for that matter, to hear strangers’ revelations either. If she knew you, it was different, but she was definitely not Facebook … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved summer vacation. After 12 years of schooling, that break over the hot months was ingrained in her; she was also a creature of ferocious habit, and anything that imprinted over 12 years was never going to leave … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was never lost. Never. She always knew exactly where she was, and could confidently state the direction we needed to go. She did get testy when her driver was unable to understand her directions, which were always precise … Continue reading →