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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.
Tackling the Refrigerator
Before I begin, I think it’s important that I disambiguate my chosen title. (Note: I could have used the word “clarify,” but who knows when another opportunity might arise to use a five-syllable word.) The title is not meant to refer to William Perry, the Chicago Bears defensive tackle who was so big that he was nicknamed the “Refrigerator.” I don’t even know why I recall this piece of sports trivia. I am not a big fan of football. The thrill of watching grown men pile on top of one another every few seconds completely escapes me. But I digress.
Lost in Translation
I know my little saga started on a Wednesday, because that’s when The New York Times publishes the “Dining” section. It was my
High Maintenance
This blog will be short and sweet because I have to run off to a doctor’s appointment. I don’t remember if it is
The Road Not Taken
It was my personal opinion that if your car had a GPS, your marriage had at least a fifty percent better chance of
Other People’s Spices
It is July and once again we have succumbed to the temptation of a summer rental. Apparently the seduction of a new experience
Steppin’ Out With My Baby
I have mixed feelings about formal occasions. On one hand, it’s an opportunity to release my inner child and play dress-up. On the
Chemical Dependency
I have a healthy relationship with food. I’m neither too thin nor too fat. I eat only when I’m hungry and try not
How Old Am I In Dog Years?
They say that people start to resemble their pets. Or is it the other way around? Pets start to resemble their people. (“They”
Temporary Insanity
No one has ever accused me of being a fanatical housekeeper. On the Good Housekeeping scale of good housekeeping, with zero being first