Category Archives: being an adult is really not that great

not my day

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

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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left behind for the best

Six bridesmaid dresses. Ten friends and counting…pairing off. rings and flowers and vows. young brides. doting grooms. happy lives. new homes. gifts from registries. swelling tummies. growing families. over a dozen babies born. smiling and celebrating with them. as I … Continue reading

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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

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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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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

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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

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