About Susan Goldfein

Born and raised in New York City, Susan currently splits her time between Florida and Connecticut. She lives with her husband, and the world’s cutest dog, Sam, a rough-coat Russell Terrier. Susan gives her audiences a sideways view of life on a range of relatable topics. Whether skewering marriage, growing older, fashion, the media, politics, or money matters, her light touch keeps people laughing – and thinking.

The Road Not Taken

It was my personal opinion that if your car had a GPS, your marriage had at least a fifty percent better chance of lasting than the national average.   I confess that this conclusion was not based on a government-sponsored scientific research study, but rather on anecdotal evidence gathered from years of road trips with two

By |2013-07-31T09:00:13+00:00July 31st, 2013|Categories: Driving, Relationships, Spouse, Technology|2 Comments

Steppin’ Out With My Baby

I have mixed feelings about formal occasions. On one hand, it’s an opportunity to release my inner child and play dress-up. On the other hand, my outer “mature” adult cringes as it contemplates the possible necessity of Spanx or other constricting undergarments. Even the idea of panty hose makes me shudder. So when the invitation

By |2013-06-30T09:53:38+00:00June 30th, 2013|Categories: Anatomy, Fashion, Health, Shopping|Tags: , , , , , |4 Comments

Temporary Insanity

No one has ever accused me of being a fanatical housekeeper. On the Good Housekeeping scale of good housekeeping, with zero being first cousin to a Collyer brother, and 10 being genetically linked to Mommy Dearest, I would fall somewhere around a 6-34. The truth is, I’m comfortable with a certain amount of clutter. And

By |2013-05-15T10:05:59+00:00May 15th, 2013|Categories: Housekeeping, Rituals|Tags: , , |4 Comments

Spoiler

The sun is shining.  The air is comfortably dry, definitely a good hair day.  A slight breeze is blowing.  Even before I step outside I can see nature’s glory through the windows and I smile.  Then I frown.  I frown because I suddenly recall the promise I made to myself early this morning just before

By |2013-04-30T09:00:03+00:00April 30th, 2013|Categories: Aging, Anatomy, Exercise, Guilt|15 Comments

Hair: A Hate Story

So you want an accurate weather forecast? Just ask a woman.  As a gender, we are natural-born meteorologists.  And we do it without any fancy equipment.  No need for Doppler radar, barometers, hygrometers, or weather satellites.  All we have to do is step outside, remain there for less than a minute, come back inside, look

By |2013-03-31T09:40:10+00:00March 31st, 2013|Categories: Fashion, Hair|Tags: , , , , |5 Comments

Fifty Shades Greyer

When we last left Anna Steelman and Judah Gold (nee Goldberg), she had just been introduced to his Florida Room of Pain (aka the Pink Playground), and was being ravished atop the ornate four-poster bed by a turned-on Mr. G.  He succeeded in awakening stirrings within her that she had not experienced since discontinuing hormone

By |2013-03-15T16:29:20+00:00March 15th, 2013|Categories: Erotica, Fantasy|Tags: |6 Comments
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