Category Archives: stuff that means stuff

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 →

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, cancer, changes, he died, i can't handle death, life changes, missing a you and a me, nonfiction, not being part of the group, out of my control, Pops, Red Dress Club, Saying Goodbye, stuff that means stuff | Tagged , , , , | 27 Comments

Rearview Mirror

Posted on January 6, 2011 by

This post is completely fiction.  It was written in response to The Red Dress Club’s prompt to write a 26 sentence piece where each sentence starts with the next letter in the alphabet.  I have done my best to write … Continue reading →

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Yes, It Makes Me Smile

Posted on November 18, 2010 by

Every day something in this life beats me down. Every day. I have finally sat myself down behind the wheel of my car.  It is 7:54pm.  It is dark out. I close my eyes and let out a sigh from … 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

Personality Spill

Posted on November 5, 2010 by

The following post is entirely fictional although based in some reality–because aren’t all stories? I knew something was going to give.  I was tempting fate by carrying so much stuff in one load, but I really hated making more than … Continue reading →

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, fiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, stuff that means stuff, things we don't talk about | 14 Comments