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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.
Impeachment Fever
For a time, I was really worried. My observation of some agitated Congress persons was leading me to believe that a new strain of virus had again escaped from some laboratory, or from a free range chicken who had inadvertently flown inside the Capitol. I concluded that contact with this virus affected the part of the brain that regulates decision-making regarding the commission of high crimes and misdemeanors, resulting in a frenzy of random cries for impeachment. Anyone was a target: Cabinet members, the President, even the President’s son who held no public office at all. Subsequently, the Cabinet member
Mrs. Keen, Tracer of Lost Objects
Forgive me if I indulge in a bit of nostalgia, but for this essay it seems appropriate. I’m referring to an old radio
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
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
The Perfect Dress – Part II
Due to the overwhelming response to the prior essay, I felt strongly that a follow-up was in order. First, I’d like to thank
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.
Anthropo…. What?
Anthropomorphism, that’s what. You may not know the word, but I’ll bet you a month’s worth of Starbuck’s Chocolate Cream Cold Brew that
A Night at The Opera
My husband likes opera. Me? Not so much. If I had to rate my feelings regarding opera on a scale with “Hate” being
Still Crazy After All These Years…..
It's May, the merry month of May, or so says one of the musical numbers from the show "Camelot." But for me,