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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.
The Oys of Summer
It occurred to me the other day, as I gratefully entered an air-conditioned space, that I hate summer. Maybe it’s global warming, or my finicky old age, or a drastic alteration in my personal wardrobe, but what used to be the joys of the season are now just a string of nearly intolerable annoyances. I’m not a big fan of nostalgia either, but I do recall the summers of my youth with a certain longing. Back then, summers meant freedom, sleeveless shirts, tank tops, short shorts, loving the beach, getting a tan, no homework, and long days to spend outdoors
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,
Keeping It Under Wraps
I’m in my kitchen staring down at what used to be my cutting board but now looks like a setting for a horror
A New Me?
Recently, a friend of mine sent me a rather lengthy article written by a woman who undertook a three-month experiment to try to
Can We Talk?
It’s 2022, and if you’re only just getting last year’s slang, forget it! Gen Z has invented a whole new lexicon. The March
Bring Back More Good Old Words!
It’s been almost a year and a half since I launched my campaign to invite lost words back into our everyday English vocabulary.
Four Score Plus One
I had a very lovely Super Bowl Sunday birthday. Thank you for asking. And the outcome of our marital scrimmage about which occasion