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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
Report Card
I don’t think I’m suffering from paranoia, but I am resolutely convinced that someone from Apple is spying on me. What other explanation
Romancing The Crone
This essay originally appeared on September 17, 2015. I'm pleased to say I'm still standing and embracing the Third Stage of my life!
Husbands in Cars Going to Costco (with apologies to Jerry Seinfeld)
It is the common wisdom that men, especially men of a certain generation, do not like to shop. In fact, a British survey
The Meaning of Life (Time Warranty)
Come on, admit it. We are all subject to occasional morbid thoughts, especially at that point in life when the number representing our
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
Are You a Domestic Goddess? (Do You Even Care?)
Remaining mostly at home during this past year of COVID-19 has opened my eyes to many things. Some of which I would rather
Dipping My Toes in the Water
I have long ago made peace with the fact that I am not a manicure person. In fact, my fingernails are one (or
