Category Archives: stuff that means stuff

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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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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Yes, It Makes Me Smile

Every day something in this life beats me down. Every day. I have finally sat myself down behind the wheel of my car.  It is 7:54pm.  It is dark out. I close my eyes and let out a sigh from … 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

Posted in beach love, being an adult is really not that great, being free, i can't handle death, life changes, missing a you and a me, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, stuff that means stuff, things we don't talk about, we are supposed to remember | 14 Comments

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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