Author Archives: ksluiter

About ksluiter

Just a small town girl...wait no, that is a Journey song. Although I do live in a small town. I am a wife, a mother, a teacher, and a writer. We have joys and we have struggles. Just like you.

Surrender

This piece is Part 2 to this piece. It will make more sense if you read Part 1 first.  Go ahead.  We can wait. Welcome back.  Here is that conversation that was finally had: I was both terrified and excited … Continue reading

Posted in beach love, changes, doing something new, giving in to fate, how i met your father, life changes, life decision, nonfiction, Red Dress Club, together | 10 Comments

acting like children

I knew it would happen.  I did.  I knew I couldn’t live in the same smallish city with him and NEVER run into him. So I knew it was inevitable. But not mandatory. And after almost seven and a half … Continue reading

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, how i met your father, me, nonfiction, out of my control, things that make me go barf, what the hell am i doing | 11 Comments

Rearview Mirror

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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Selfish Charity

She was so stinky. I mean, I have had some students who didn’t smell pleasant before, but this girl was so rank everyone had to hold their breath around here. And being pregnant, I often gagged when she came near … Continue reading

Posted in love not hate, nonfiction, Red Dress Club, things that make me go barf | 8 Comments

the first time around.

The first time I saw him he was sitting on a stool, sort of leaning his 6′ 4″ hulking football player body forward with his elbows on his knees behind the customer service desk at Family Fare. His hat was … Continue reading

Posted in beach love, doing something new, giving in to fate, how i met your father, i like heavy metal, life changes, life decision, memories from being a dumb college kid, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, things we don't talk about | 17 Comments

Yes, It Makes Me Smile

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

Posted in missing a you and a me, nonfiction, Red Dress Club, stuff that means stuff, together | 8 Comments

a day at the beach

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

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

Devil Inside

That look she just gave you?  It’s because she doesn’t agree with how you parenting your child. (Why the hell didn’t you clean the bathroom?  What have you been DOING all day?) ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER … Continue reading

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, life changes, me, Mental Health, nonfiction, out of my control, Postpartum Depression, Red Dress Club, things we don't talk about | 39 Comments

She

She has been gone now for nine and a half years.  I remember the day she died. Really she–the strong woman I knew–was gone years before that.  It started as forgetting to turn the oven on to make Sunday dinner.  … Continue reading

Posted in memories from being a kid, missing a you and a me, moms don't die, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, together, we are supposed to remember | 24 Comments