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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
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
Sweat and the City
It’s summer 2024 and this genetically predisposed city kid is once again happily roaming Manhattan’s upper west side, walking Sam the dog, and
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
The List, Redux
Exactly seven years ago, following an incident involving my husband and the whereabouts of fresh garbage bags in our kitchen, it occurred to
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,
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
Notorious SBA
Every February there is someone I like to honor, an important woman whose birthday should not be overlooked. So, without apology,
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