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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.
Another Seasonal, Another Reason….to Make Latkes!
Yesterday was the last day of Hanukkah and hopefully the last day that the scent of grease will linger in my kitchen. Yes, folks, I succumbed once again to that primitive urge to mark the holiday by cooking Jewish potato pancakes, otherwise known as latkes. But tradition is tradition, after all, and in keeping with the tradition of the season, I offer once again my ode to this delicious, cholesterol-laden treat. Fried White Potatoes As much as I gripe about the tedium of the holiday season, I must confess that there is one time-honored December tradition to which
Husbands in Cars Going to Costco (with apologies to Jerry Seinfeld)
It is the common wisdom that men, especially men of a certain generation, do not like to shop. In fact, a British survey
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.