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SUSAN’S UNFILTERED WIT
Observations about life from the far side of the hill
Susan started writing when she discovered, in retirement, that she looked terrible in golf clothes and canasta had way too many rules. Looking for something personally meaningful to do that did not require wearing polo shirts, she enrolled in a class for fledging writers. Not quite ready to tackle the great American novel, she began to write short, witty essays about life from the perspective of “a woman of a certain age.”
Deciding that the world needed another Erma Bombeck and\or Nora Ephron, with a bit of Andy Rooney thrown in for good measure, she went public. Susan created her blog, now called Susan’s Unfiltered Wit, where she continues to entertain her generation of pre-baby boomers and beyond with new posts twice a month.
Can We Talk?
Gyat! It’s that time again. Spring break is upon us and with it comes the children of our children seeking warmer climes and perhaps a beach. They bring with them not only their dirty laundry but a vocabulary of slang words that have you wondering if your hearing aids are working properly. Well, fear not. Communication may still be possible. It’s not too late to learn English as a second language. Below I present to you 10 of 2025’s idioms, with a few holdovers from 2024 that haven’t yet been discarded. But if you’re like me, you probably won’t remember.
Can We Talk?
Gyat! It’s that time again. Spring break is upon us and with it comes the children of our children seeking warmer climes and
Is it Something I Said?
No, it’s not! Full disclosure. I DID NOT write the following essay. I was speaking to my partner-in-crime, the person who helps me
Words I Never Want to Hear Again in 2025!
Spoiler alert: I griped about this very same topic a couple of years ago, but apparently no one was listening! I’m still hearing
Hard to Swallow
Have you missed me in your in-box? Even if you didn’t notice or were relieved to have one less email to delete, I’d
Tune-Up Time
Dear Readers: In the event that anyone actually noticed, I want to apologize for my absence during August. I was not
The Oys of Summer
It occurred to me the other day, as I gratefully entered an air-conditioned space, that I hate summer. Maybe it’s global warming, or
Sweat and the City
It’s summer 2024 and this genetically predisposed city kid is once again happily roaming Manhattan’s upper west side, walking Sam the dog, and
Impeachment Fever
For a time, I was really worried. My observation of some agitated Congress persons was leading me to believe that a new strain