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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
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
Utter Nonsense
Yeet! Get ready Boomers and Pre-Boomers, it’s Spring Break time again and your Gen Z grandkids are on the loose. Want to spend
I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar…….
Today, March 1st, marks the beginning of Women’s History Month. Or, from a feminist perspective, it’s Women’s HERstory Month. But “Tomato