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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.
The Perfect Dress
I have been on a quest for the perfect dress. Perfect for me, that is. And I do have some very specific requirements. Requirements that I probably didn’t have when I was 30 years younger. But you know how that is. If you don’t know, you might be too young to relate to this essay. Or possibly the rare male who subscribes to my blog. In either case, there might not be anything in it for you, so continue at your own discretion. The dress I’m seeking is not a dress for any special occasion. Just a casual dress suitable
Drug Testing
Question: What do the Presidential primaries and my new web site have in common? Absolutely nothing, except for the fact that they are
Death, Taxes and the Annual Exam
It has been said, by Ben Franklin, I think, that the only things in life that are certain are death and taxes. I’ve
Before and After
The other night, in a restaurant, my husband happened to encounter a woman he knew from high school days. This is not unusual.
Speaking of Sam……
Dear Readers: I beg your indulgence on two counts: one, for beginning this essay in the manner of an 18th century English novel,
You Gotta Love Him!
So I’m sitting at my desk trying to write this essay. Instead, I’m allowing my mind to wander and my attention to be
Unresolved Redux
So, folks, here we are again. The baby in the top hat, sash, and diaper is once more about to kick the old
Fried White Potatoes
As much as I gripe about the tedium of the holiday season (see T’is The Season To Be Cranky, November 30, 2015) I
‘Tis The Season To Be Cranky
If it’s Thanksgiving, can Christmas be far behind? Or does Christmas now start before Thanksgiving? Somehow I think it does. At least a