Category Archives: i can’t handle death

not my day

Posted on March 3, 2011 by

Hey, Red Dress Clubbers (and anyone else wandering in)…it’s me, Katie from Sluiter Nation.  This is my other blog where I write about stuff that I feel just doesn’t vibe with what Sluiter Nation is about–my immediate family and our … Continue reading →

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Recovery

Posted on February 6, 2011 by

I had never been in a recovery room before and I am not sure what I expected. I think I expected to smell something.  But the smell never came. I think I expected there to be more people.  But it … Continue reading →

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a day at the beach

Posted on November 10, 2010 by

Again, I didn’t belong there. I can’t remember getting on the boat; the first thing I remember is watching two visibly older parents (made older by the events of the past month) watching a boat full of family take what … Continue reading →

Posted in beach love, being an adult is really not that great, being free, i can't handle death, life changes, missing a you and a me, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, stuff that means stuff, things we don't talk about, we are supposed to remember | 14 Comments

The Day That Exploded

Posted on September 13, 2010 by

This week everyone is remembering.  Because we are not supposed to forget. So I will remember…. I was teaching middle school Spanish. The assistant principal came to the door to say a plane had crashed in the World Trade Center … Continue reading →

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Everyone Has a Momma

Posted on September 4, 2010 by

It was a Wednesday night at the very beginning of January, 2001. Christmas break was over.  Thursday school started up again, and I was home from college to live for free while I did my student teaching. I don’t remember … Continue reading →

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