Category Archives: me

the only thing that’s missing…

It wasn’t ever glamorous or extravagant. Little rented cottages on small inland lakes.  Once a year for a week. Mom, Dad, Kate, Chris, and then later, Michael. Up and down the west half of Michigan’s lower peninsula. Glen Lake, Big … Continue reading

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pomp and circumstance

pomp: n. splendid or magnificent The heat in the gym was like an uninvited guest.  A large, pushy, smothering uninvited guest. Regardless of my choice to wear capri pants and a sleeveless top, my black gown was sticking to me … Continue reading

Posted in life changes, me, nonfiction, Red Dress Club | 11 Comments

smooth and cool

Hey friends from The Red Dress Club.  It’s me, Katie Sluiter of Sluiter Nation.  I’m over here today with my post because I just felt it fit here since it’s about my past before becoming a Sluiter.  I will probably … Continue reading

Posted in a rebel i am not, doing something new, I was an angsty teen, me, memories from being a dumb college kid, nonfiction, Red Dress Club | 55 Comments

I’m Still Alive

It isn’t my “first rodeo” as the saying goes, but the anticipation and excitement never gets stale. The floor is packed.  I am shoulder to shoulder with some huge guys.  Some of whom I know will be missing their shirts … Continue reading

Posted in being free, concerts, i like heavy metal, me, memories from being a dumb college kid | 10 Comments

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

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, how i met your father, Mama Kat, me, my attempt at poetry, not being part of the group | 7 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

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