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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.
What’s in a Word?
Would cheugy by any other name be as drip? Now that I’ve completely confused my Spell Check as well as anyone reading this, let me remind you that it’s once again time for my ESL quiz. That is, English as a Second Language as spoken by our high school and college-age grandkids. Spring break is upon us and with it comes the children of our children seeking warmer climes and perhaps a beach. They bring with them not only their dirty laundry but a vocabulary of the latest slang words that have you wondering if your hearing aids are working
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
The Snowbirds Cometh
The calendar says it's May, so it must be time for the annual snowbird migration from the now-too-warm south to the more
Exiting the Cave
I’ve come to regard the past year as a period of hibernation. After all, what exactly is hibernation but a time when many