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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.
Harvest Time
For a city kid moving to the suburbs, the idea of having a vegetable garden was enticing. Pioneer spirit, return to the soil, one with nature, and all the rest. Okay, so I wasn’t such a kid when, knowing nothing, I decided to dig up a patch of grass and turn it into a spot where I could grow my own tomatoes. And eggplant. And maybe peppers and zucchini. I would save money, grow without pesticides, and come the Apocalypse, we would have enough ratatouille to sustain us for years. Well, the bliss of ignorance does not last forever. Doing
Becoming the Quibblers
When I was a young married person, I would sometimes find myself in the company of an older married couple who had been
The Elephant Is Still in the Room
Today is Tuesday, November 15th, one week after the election, and I’m sitting at my computer keyboard trying to be funny and write
What Elephant?
Friendships have a lot in common with a marriage. You are drawn to another person because, among other reasons, you like the same
What Happens in the Locker Room Stays in the Locker Room?
To borrow a catch phrase from George Takei: Oh My! What a field day for the snarksters! Could we possibly be living in
Old Ironsides
At first, I wasn’t sure why my mind wandered to this particular topic. It might have been the sense of torture brought on
Overheard in the Sandbox
I know I said you wouldn’t be hearing from me until mid-September, but I felt compelled to interrupt my hiatus to comment on
Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow…..
When it comes to decluttering, the world seems to consist of two types of people: those who are able to divest themselves of inanimate