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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.
For Mature Audiences Only
Warning! If you are even slightly shy, you might want to stop reading now. Because today I will be discussing an intimate body part known as the “intergluteal cleft.” Translation for those of us not having a medical dictionary at hand, I am referring to our butt cracks! If you watch even a smattering of television, I’m sure you’ve noticed the commercials for a product called Lume, pronounced Lu-mee. (Sorry, my keyboard doesn’t have the appropriate diacritic key.) It’s hard to miss. The in-your-face face of its inventor, one Dr. Shannon Klingman, does a close-up so close up on your
Pecking Order
Recently, I’ve been giving a good deal of thought to kissing. In fact, I believe it’s becoming a mild, and hopefully temporary, obsession.
Let’s Undo Lunch
I hate lunch. It is definitely my least favorite meal of the day. And by far the most boring. And also disruptive, much
The Insomnia Games
I am not, by nature, a competitive person. If I even so much as win at a game of Scrabble, my inclination is
There’s a Hole in My Bucket List
I don't have a bucket list. There, I said it. I hope this confession will not strip away my senior citizen discounts. After
Higher Maintenance
Since becoming a "woman of a certain age" September has taken on a whole new meaning. I'm reminded of this as I sit
Get Less Done!
As far as I'm concerned, "productive" should be a four-letter word. I say this because, like other four-letter words, it's a curse. Or
The View from My Armchair
I am in recupery. To describe my present condition as "recovery" gives the impression that I've entered a 12-step program. Which I haven't.
My Left Shoulder
I apologize for the fact that I’m late in delivering this new post. That is, if anyone even noticed that I’m a few