Enjoy Wry & Relatable Humor That Pokes Fun At Everyday Life
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.
Northern Exposure
Another season, another reason to vacate Florida for the cooler climes of the northeast. As lovely as it is to have the good fortune to spend the winter months where scarves and gloves are not required, I feel equally fortunate to be able to leave when the temperature and humidity are responsible for an unending succession of bad hair days. I’m happy to say we survived another transition, arrived safely, and have been busy resettling, and wondering why we keep shlepping all this stuff back and forth! Oh, well. So, you now have my excuse for not coming
What I Want To Be When I Grow Up (or, My Love Affair with Olivia Benson)
I consider myself to be a peaceable person. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 representing the highest tolerance for any
Habits and Other Pastimes
Oh no! Did I just say that? I can’t believe I just said that! But I know I said it because I heard
House (Not So) Beautiful
I hope you’re not angry with me because I haven’t invited you to dinner lately. I’m aware that you have had us over
Daughter of a Beach (Hater)
The inevitable has happened. The insidious process has reached its conclusion. The final step has been taken, and the journey is over. I
Stop Me Before I Volunteer Again……..
I have become quite convinced that retirement causes a chemical reaction. Stimulated perhaps by the monthly receipt of the social security check, a
Roughing It?
Is there an official start date for one’s second childhood? I don’t mean the one that accompanies the onset of dotage, but a
Down with Upgrades!
This essay has to be quick, brief and simple. Why? Because I am at risk! Any minute now some unseen entity could be