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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.
Notorious SBA
Every February there is someone I like to honor, an important woman whose birthday should not be overlooked. So, without apology, I repost this tribute. Raise your hand if you know that today is the birthday of Susan B. Anthony. As I thought. Only one hand raised, and its mine. Or maybe there was one other hand raised somewhere in the back row. What a responsibility it has been all these years to be the only person in the room harboring this important piece of knowledge. And how is it that I became the keeper of this factoid?
Happily Ever After
Today is blog day. But more importantly, it also happens to be my 40th wedding anniversary, and I have decided to honor the
A Very Virtual Thanksgiving
With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, I have been contemplating my table setting. Some of the usual adornments shall remain the same.
Bring Back the Good Old Words….
So there I was, 9:30 in the morning, indulging in my guilty pleasures -- a second cup of coffee and my second crossword
What Have You Done to My Bagel!?!
Hey! I'm talkin' to you. I'm from Brooklyn. And being from Brooklyn, I know a thing or two about bagels. And I'm tellin'
My Life As a Car
I'm not sure if I really believe in reincarnation, but I do find the notion very seductive. One can take a measure of
Daughter of a Beach (Hater)
The inevitable has happened. The insidious process has reached its conclusion. The final step has been taken, and the journey is over. I
What’s Your Sleep Number?
As one of those rare, and perhaps weird, individuals who actually pay attention to TV commercials, I have
What’s My Demonym?
No, I did not invent that word in the title. It's real. But I'll get to that in a moment. First, I have