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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
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,
Breaking the News
Are you familiar with fad-speak? Sure you are. Or do I have to give you a wake-up call? Or tell you it’s time
Women Who Pack (and Men Who Don’t)
Glancing up, I realize that my title is a bit ambiguous. The word “pack” can have many meanings, such as “a pack of
The Grandkids Are Coming, The Grandkids Are Coming! (Four Years Later)
One of the rites of winter in Florida is the annual visit of the grandchildren. Four years ago I commemorated this
Take Only As Directed
Yesterday was the Ides of March, and that can only mean one thing. It’s time for the annual rundown of what Big Pharma
True Enough
Kellyanne Conway. I am in awe of you. But at the same time, you are an enigma. I regard you with such a