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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.

My Baby Needs Bifocals? That’s Not Right.

I have, over the years, come to accept the fact that I am an old person. Chronologically, anyway. Although like most of my peers, I find it difficult to reconcile the woman who lives inside my head with the one who was just offered a seat on the bus by a chivalrous young man. Nevertheless, realist that I am, I can’t pretend that the world at large does not notice my gray hair, chic-ly cut though it is, my collagen deficits, or my sensible shoes in place of stilettos. I’ve made peace with the irregular blip on my EKG, and

By |April 1st, 2019|Categories: Aging, Generations|4 Comments
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