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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.
Tune-Up Time
Dear Readers: In the event that anyone actually noticed, I want to apologize for my absence during August. I was not lolling on a beach somewhere in the south of France, but rather, at home, coping with the August heat, and scheduling my fall line-up of medical appointments. Apparently, the roster of specialists has grown since last year, because it felt as if I was My Charting and Patient Portal-ing right up until Labor Day. I don’t mind the My Charts so much. It's entering the Portals that conjure up images of the Pearly Gates. Which is exactly
Reading Between the Lines
Book clubs are all the rage. They’re everywhere. Oprah has one. Civic groups and country clubs have them. Chances are your church or
The Ones Who Got Away
Do you ever think about your old flames? I mean, really old. Like the crushes you had in elementary school or junior high?
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.