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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.
It’s Labor Day and White is Still All Right!
Labor Day weekend is upon us, and despite the fact that we were just experiencing a heat wave, come Monday, summer is unofficially at an end. In truth, summer is not really over until the calendar says it is, on or about September 21. But then, the calendar completely ignores the real indications of the season's conclusion, like shorter days, covers placed back atop swimming pools, and traffic at a standstill while the school buses unload their charges. And didn't I just see Halloween candy being stacked on display at my local food store? (Why do retailers insist on compressing
Here’s the Thing…..
No doubt my priorities are all screwed up. There’s so much going on in the world that cries out for serious attention and
So Where’s The Duck?
So why do I feel like I’m doomed to spend the rest of my days imprisoned in an old Groucho Marx quiz show?
Bowled Over
On any given day, there are countless reminders that I am an old person. Not least of which is the pain in my
Summer Is A Bummer
Admittedly, I’m not a big fan of nostalgia. My capacity for fondly recounting the good old days is about half a cup. Sure,
More Dinners with Friends
Six days and counting, and I continue to eat my way out of Florida. More good-bye dinners with friends we will not see
April Is The Cruelest Month…
April is a month that seems to inspire poetry. However, Chaucer, who praised April in his prologue to the “Canterbury Tales” would certainly
The Hostess with the Leastest: Random Thoughts on House Guests, Dinner Parties, and Recreational Eating
In a temporal sense, living in Florida as a Snowbird is a lot like experiencing a second childhood. Not only do we once
Now You See Me, Now You Don’t
I was in a doctor’s waiting room the other day catching up on my magazine reading (see “Death, Taxes, and the Annual Exam,”