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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.
Is it Something I Said?
No, it’s not! Full disclosure. I DID NOT write the following essay. I was speaking to my partner-in-crime, the person who helps me clutter your inbox once a month, and bemoaning the fact that I was running out of ideas. Over the past 12 years, I have succeeded in raising kvetching to an art form, but I was indeed running out of material. “How can I complain when there’s nothing left to complain about,” I whined, borrowing the title from my second book of essays. I don't do politics and my family, except for my husband, is off limits. Appreciating
Another Seasonal, Another Reason….to Make Latkes!
Yesterday was the last day of Hanukkah and hopefully the last day that the scent of grease will linger in my
For Mature Audiences Only
Warning! If you are even slightly shy, you might want to stop reading now. Because today I will be discussing an intimate body
Game Changer
So, we turned the clock back an hour this past weekend. Unless you live in Hawaii or Arizona. Those states are
The “Writ” Stuff
It’s been a while since I’ve griped about TV news. Eighteen months and 16 days to be exact. That’s because I’ve been on
Wardrobe Redux
It’s once again fall, my favorite season. I love the fall colors. Standing near a tree aglow with orange, red, and
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,
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
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.