Category Archives: i can’t handle death

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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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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The Day That Exploded

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

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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