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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.
Taking the Plunge
Hey boys and girls, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s Awards season. Did you know there are some 44 different awards events between January and the big finale, The Academy Awards, at the end of February? So many opportunities for celebrities to dress up, and hang out. Mostly, it’s the women who hang out. Which leads me to the topic at hand. Well, the topic is not about hands, exactly, although hands are very useful and certainly deserving of a discussion all their own. But not today. Today we are discussing boobs. (Neal, did I finally peak your interest?) I
Taking the Plunge
Hey boys and girls, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s Awards season. Did you know there are some 44 different awards events between
Take with Food. Or Not.
As the song asks, “Are you ready?” Because ready or not, here we are again, on the cusp of a brand new year.
What If…….?
I was involved in a fender bender the other night. No air bags inflated and no one was hurt. But the left front
T’is the Season to Eat Latkes….
Dear Readers: I hope you all had a lovely and relatively stress-free Thanksgiving, filled with good food and good company, and
Taken Without a Grain of Salt
It seems to me there’s a critical age at which each time you add another candle to your cake, you also add another
Playing it Cool
(with special thanks to Allie, Chloe and Jack) I believe, by dint of diligence and a sassy haircut, that I have obtained Cool
Girls’ Night Out: An Almost True Story
I recently read a study that said fun is more fun when it's shared with friends. While this may be something we know
Failure to Print
My husband and I just returned from a successful 10-day holiday. I deem it successful because we managed to avoid almost
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