Category Archives: memories from being a kid

the only thing that’s missing…

Posted on June 6, 2011 by ksluiter

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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one

Posted on May 23, 2011 by ksluiter

It was just as much a part of summer vacation as boating and skiing and sunning and swimming were. In fact, for one week each summer, it was the mandatory nightly routine. The cottage was small. Painfully small for two … Continue reading →

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She

Posted on October 21, 2010 by ksluiter

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 →

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Trudge

Posted on October 20, 2010 by ksluiter

When I leave in the morning just a little bit too late, I drive past middle and high schoolers from my subdivision who are walking to their bus stop. In the dark. I always notice that most of them do … Continue reading →

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I am from…

Posted on October 11, 2010 by ksluiter

I am from cornfields, from the smell of manure and the buzz of deer flies. I am from the corn in the woods for the bucks and the doe. (Yellow, tempting it attracts our forest neighbors.) I am from gravel … Continue reading →

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The Neighbor Lady

Posted on August 22, 2010 by ksluiter

After almost six years of living in this house I am still not used to our neighbors. Our next door neighbor…well, I could probably write an entire post about the treat he is. Let’s just say he keeps us entertained … Continue reading →

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