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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.
A Not-So-Joyful Noise
Would you consider eating out on a New York City subway platform during rush hour a pleasant dining experience? I hear you all scoffing at the idea as you imagine the din of two express trains simultaneously roaring into the station. Then why oh why do we frequent restaurants where the noise level exceeds a front row seat at a Jimi Hendrix rock concert? Quick answer. Because we have little choice. If you, like millions of others, engage in what my friend labelled “recreational eating,” then often what you make for dinner is a reservation. And everyone wants to sample
Talk the Talk!
Do you think that cheddar is cheese, or tea is a beverage that's the British cure for just about everything? Well, clearly you're
Diary of a Dinner Date
(or, What Is Likely to Occur When Your Age Exceeds the Speed Limit on Most US Highways) It began with a simple overture,
Everything I Need To Know I Learned from TV Ads
TV watchers -- do you channel-surf during commercials? If so, I suggest you lay down that remote. Immediately. Because the secrets to a
Woman on the Verge…….
I apologize for recycling a previous post. But please understand, it’s that time of year when all of my powers, both creative
Is Your Email Address Telling on You?
Are you reluctant to share your age? Are you reluctant to share your email address? If you answered “yes” to the first question,
A Modest Proposal
I would like to have a conversation about bare-chested men. And no, this topic did not arise from some erotic fantasy in which
My Baby Needs Bifocals? That’s Not Right.
I have, over the years, come to accept the fact that I am an old person. Chronologically, anyway. Although like most of my
Flipping Out
The other evening, I accidentally discovered a new link to my inner child. I lost my front tooth. Or, as my dentist exclaimed,