Category Archives: Red Dress Club

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

Posted in me, memories from being a kid, nonfiction, Red Dress Club, summer fun | 9 Comments

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

one

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

Posted in I was an angsty teen, memories from being a dumb college kid, memories from being a kid, nonfiction, Red Dress Club, summer fun | Tagged , , , , | 24 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

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

Posted in being an adult is really not that great, cancer, changes, he died, i can't handle death, life changes, missing a you and a me, nonfiction, not being part of the group, out of my control, Pops, Red Dress Club, Saying Goodbye, stuff that means stuff | Tagged , , , , | 27 Comments

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

Posted in appendix shuffle, being an adult is really not that great, cancer, he died, i can't handle death, life changes, missing a you and a me, nonfiction, out of my control | 10 Comments

White Agony

the following post is entirely fictional.  Any resemblance to people in real life is entirely probable.  But this did not happen, and Lord help us, hopefully it never does. The wheels on the bus go ’round and ’round. ’round and … Continue reading

Posted in fiction, Red Dress Club | 16 Comments