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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.
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 clutter your inbox once a month, and bemoaning the fact that I was running out of ideas. Over the past 12 years, I have succeeded in raising kvetching to an art form, but I was indeed running out of material. “How can I complain when there’s nothing left to complain about,” I whined, borrowing the title from my second book of essays. I don't do politics and my family, except for my husband, is off limits. Appreciating
The List, Redux
Exactly seven years ago, following an incident involving my husband and the whereabouts of fresh garbage bags in our kitchen, it occurred to
What’s in a Word?
Would cheugy by any other name be as drip? Now that I’ve completely confused my Spell Check as well as anyone reading this,
Supplementary, my dear Watson!
No, this is not an exposé about Sherlock Holmes overdosing on vitamins. But it is a commentary about vitamins and other nutritional supplements
Notorious SBA
Every February there is someone I like to honor, an important woman whose birthday should not be overlooked. So, without apology,
Anthropo…. What?
Anthropomorphism, that’s what. You may not know the word, but I’ll bet you a month’s worth of Starbuck’s Chocolate Cream Cold
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
Do Not Drive or Operate Heavy Machinery……
Off with the Old, on with the New….Year that is. And I can’t say I’m sorry to see 2023 ride off into the
Another Seasonal, Another Reason….to Make Latkes!
Yesterday was the last day of Hanukkah and hopefully the last day that the scent of grease will linger in my