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Kage Baker – like just about every other English-speaking person in the world – liked to quote Mark Twain from time to time. She greatly regretted learning that he did not actually say that thing about the coldest winter he … Continue reading →

Kage Baker sang of Mars. Domestic ballads, mostly; folks songs. People mattered more to her than machines. Usually. But she never met a Mars rover she didn’t like. She watched Spirit and Opportunity land, cheering with a star-spangled umbrella in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never actually stopped writing any story. She just stopped writing most of them down. But she would still tell the stories, as they occurred to her. They all began as told tales, to the solitary audience of me; … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was, frankly, not especially interested  in the space program when we were kids. I was up before dawn to watch launches, all the way back to the Mercury days – camped out in front of the telly in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved summer storms. Their rarity was a big factor, of course – we don’t get many, here in California; less even than few, here in the south where we grew up. But today, here on the edges of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was seldom certain of the exact date. Nor did she care. Not at all. She was a busy person; and if she really needed to know when she was, well – she assumed I would tell her. Or … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always celebrated this evening. Lammas Eve at night – July 31st, which this is – is the historical birthday of Juliette Capulet. Her nurse fondly remembers it in the beginning of the play. It was also the birthday … Continue reading →

Kge Baker was fond of that iconic saying of the immortal John Carter of Mars (which is, strange to say, never used in the recent movie). It’s appropriate whether you are thanking God or giving the finger to the malicious … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, several hundred more signing sheets finished, periodic distraction from the Olympics, plums, hunting for mint at the grocery store and being told it’s “seasonal produce” (in what dimension?), back and forthing with the agent over a new anthology … Continue reading →