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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 “Writ” Stuff
It’s been a while since I’ve griped about TV news. Eighteen months and 16 days to be exact. That’s because I’ve been on a diet – a kind of Golo for news junkies. But who can stick to a controlled viewing plan when the world is standing on its head? At the time of my last “rant” I took up arms to combat the over-usage of metaphors that permeated TV broadcasting. In addition to a diminishing tolerance for cliches, I resented their repeated usage because they were downright intimidating. Their use is supposed to signal that the person using them
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
Friendless in St. Petersburg
Dear Diary: I have to confess that what I’m about to do feels very weird indeed. I haven’t written in a diary since
Summer is Still A Bummer
Greetings from the high seas! My darling and I are about to embark on our very first cruise. According to our sea-going friends,