You are viewing the Kathleen A. Gagne archives for 2008.
Finances
November 15th, 2008 @ 12:00 pm

In which mom writes about job hunting

Angry with Him
November 13th, 2008 @ 12:00 pm

On pets and jobs

Maybe I’ll Be Gorgeous
November 11th, 2008 @ 12:00 pm

On Mocha, finances, and her unending battle with her own body

Driving Distance
November 6th, 2008 @ 12:00 pm

Mom gets a surprise gift

Colling, Gilbert, Wright, and Carter
September 24th, 2008 @ 8:22 pm

In late September of 2008, a little more than a year after the death of her mother, mom wrote a letter and sent her original birth certificate to someone named Beth at the law offices of Colling, Gilbert, Wright, and Carter. I assume this had something to do with their lawsuit against Indigo Manor.   […]

Panera
September 21st, 2008 @ 9:06 am
Mr. P.B.
September 17th, 2008 @ 12:00 pm

Sept. 17, 2008 Mom, Mr. P.B. died Sunday morning. I guess most people wouldn’t understand, but it really hurts to lose him. One of the singers on America’s got talent sang “In the arms of the angels.” He was so tiny and so sick. He died here on my couch with me giving him as […]

Seeking a Teaching Position
September 4th, 2008 @ 7:05 pm

Here’s another letter from mom’s old hard drive. The file is inexplicably named ADT.doc. She was desperate for work after getting laid off from her position at Americorps, which she loved dearly. I have tens of letters like this to different administrators around Florida, and dozens of versions and revisions of her resume.   September […]

Again
September 1st, 2008 @ 12:01 pm

Sept. 1, 2008 Hi, Mom, It’s me again. I wish I could be more like you. You had faith, and you always kept going. I have no one. I just wish you were here to tell my kids that I need them. I feel sick and alone all the time. I feel like giving up, […]

Every Weekend
September 1st, 2008 @ 12:00 pm

September 1, 2008 Hi, Mom, It’s been a long time. I miss you every day. I still call your phone to hear your voice. I miss your smile and your hugs, and your unconditional love. I hate what happened to you, and I wish I could have done more for you. Do you remember that […]