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Kage Baker would call this a free Sunday. She looked for those; days that fell out of the regular round of duty, responsibility and requirement, and opened doors into otherwise-inaccessible dimensions of relaxation. Duty-free in all meanings of the words … Continue reading →

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 →

Kage Baker loved the process of building a Faire. It was magic – slow magic, considered on its own, but when you realized we were building entire villages and microcosms of London, well … it went up fast. Not Brigadoon … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had the lowest possible opinion of hospital bureaucracy. Not actual medical personnel – they are all, in their various ways, heroes, and she appreciated everything they did. But the massive disjointed machinery of paperwork annoyed her in its … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always maintained that Mondays after a Fair weekend do not exist. They are a vacuum, wherein you find your way home, find your laundry and do it before it gets away, find clothes that belong to the current … Continue reading →