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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.
Supplementary, my dear Watson!
No, this is not an exposé about Sherlock Holmes overdosing on vitamins. But it is a commentary about vitamins and other nutritional supplements guaranteed to improve your mental acuity, your energy level, your ability to stay awake past 7:30 PM and your overall quality of life or your money back, as seen on TV! As one who watches entirely too much television and isn’t inclined to channel surf when a commercial interrupts my favorite Law and Order rerun, I tend to notice the advertisements. And perhaps it’s because I’ve just added another candle to my cake that I’ve become acutely
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
In Defense of Tuesday
I have this friend. Let’s call her Nicky. (Short for the five-cent coin.) Nicky is an otherwise smart and sensible woman, but she