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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.
Go West, Young Man!
Well, I may not be a young man, but I have headed West. My husband and I are in Los Angeles to attend the 90th birthday celebration concert for none other than Willie Nelson. How cool is that! And the best excuse ever for missing my April 30th deadline for posting a new essay. So rather than leave a blank page, I’m reposting an essay first published in March 2014. (OMG, has it really been that long!) Not coincidentally, it happens to deal with “coolness” and singer-songwriters. Uncool Is the New Cool I was at a
The Color Purple?
If decisions I’ve made in my life were sorted into folders, this most recent choice would definitely be filed away under the heading
It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like 2014…..
It seems like only yesterday that I was wishing everyone a Happy New Year at the dawning of 2013. Or is that just
The Golf Lesson (or Lessons from Golf)
I don’t mean to deceive. It’s not my fault if people assume that I’m athletic. I certainly don’t encourage this. I never discuss
Nook, Book or Kindle?
Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was just The Book. No, not THAT book, but a book. You remember. Actual
Mini Me
I am about to brag. If you don’t want to listen to me bragging, you have my permission to stop reading right now.
Lord, Won’t You Buy Me A Mercedes Benz….
It is October, and adhering to the biannual rhythm of our recent life, we have returned to Florida. The flight fortunately was uneventful,
How To Disturb The Peace
Looking over the kitchen counter, I can see my husband. He is in the living room, sitting in his favorite chair, reading the
Alternate Realities
Friends – even if you are one of those people who claim to be only vaguely interested in television, and swear that you