Introducing TTN Featured Author: Susan Goldfein April 11, 2016 IMPACT NEWSLETTER It’s time to introduce the newest TTN Featured Author: Susan Goldfein. Susan Goldfein, born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, “recharged an old interest in writing” after she retired. She currently maintains a popular blog An Unfiltered Wit, on which she writes “short witty essays,”
Debbie Nigro Interview October 24, 2016 Audio Recording
Westport Blogger Laughs About Life — At 75 And Counting November 2, 2016 The Danbury Daily Voice WESTPORT, Conn. — Westport resident Susan Goldfein spent more than 25 years as a speech pathologist, but it wasn’t until she retired at about 70 that she found her own voice. “I thought, what else could I do?
How Old Am I in Dog Years? January 1, 2017 Connecticut Post SEE THE ARTICLE
Book Review: How Old Am I in Dog Years? March 1, 2017 from the For Life After Blog This book is a wonderful selection of vignettes that humorously illustrate life as we get older…. READ MORE
Are you familiar with fad-speak? Sure you are. Or do I have to give you a wake-up call? Or tell you it’s time to smell the roses? Or maybe that you need a reality check. Because if we’re on the same page, then you should be having fun yet. Unless you’re having a midlife crisis.
Glancing up, I realize that my title is a bit ambiguous. The word “pack” can have many meanings, such as “a pack of gum,” or a “Cub Scout pack.” Or carrying a concealed weapon. So let me state at the outset that the following is not intended to be a sequel to Orange Is The
I’m here to state that, in my opinion, dawdling has gotten a bad rap. Look up the word in the dictionary and here’s what you’ll find: Daw.dle: vi Move slowly, take one’s time; waste time; idle; linger; take more time than necessary; to spend time without haste or purpose.
One of the rites of winter in Florida is the annual visit of the grandchildren. Four years ago I commemorated this event with an essay. Yesterday marked the end of another week that was long on fun, but short on time. So please forgive me while I repost. Four years later, some things
Please don’t stop reading. I promise that, despite the title, what follows is not a downer. Rather, it’s an observation, a practical consideration, and maybe even a little bit funny. What precipitated my seemingly ghoulish reflection was an actual conversation I had with my husband, a semi-retired attorney, who, for the past three years has
