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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.
Call the Exorcist!
Ever hear of an earworm? Even if you haven’t heard the term, I’m sure you’ve experienced the phenomenon. An earworm is a tune that pops into your head, seemingly from nowhere, and you can’t get rid of for hours, sometimes even days. It’s a melody that slowly clings to your brain and quickly gets on your nerves. At first you may find it amusing, as in how weird, where did you come from? But after its 90th rerun, you just want to strangle it. It’s estimated by the strange scientists who study these things that over 90% of us humans
A Schticky Business
I admit I know next to nothing about current popular music. When it comes to recognizing artists and songs, I dropped out somewhere
Transition Time
Greetings from Florida. I’m pleased to report that once again we have arrived safely. And once again I find myself surrounded by all
The Art of the Tweet
I don’t mean to sound presidential, but I do want to be perfectly clear. I know for a fact that I could have
My Dinner with Donald
When I started my website almost four years ago, I made a silent vow that there were three areas about which I would
Romancing The Crone
For those of you who have imagined me lounging by the pool for the month of August, that couldn’t be further from the
Generation ___________?
It occurred to me the other day that I was invisible. Not just me, but my entire generation. It appears that we lack
Getting In Touch with Your Inner Hostile Person
As an adult at the outermost limit of middle age, I admit to embracing two bits of pop psychology by which I try