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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.
Harvest Time
For a city kid moving to the suburbs, the idea of having a vegetable garden was enticing. Pioneer spirit, return to the soil, one with nature, and all the rest. Okay, so I wasn’t such a kid when, knowing nothing, I decided to dig up a patch of grass and turn it into a spot where I could grow my own tomatoes. And eggplant. And maybe peppers and zucchini. I would save money, grow without pesticides, and come the Apocalypse, we would have enough ratatouille to sustain us for years. Well, the bliss of ignorance does not last forever. Doing
The Hostess with the Leastest: Random Thoughts on House Guests, Dinner Parties, and Recreational Eating
In a temporal sense, living in Florida as a Snowbird is a lot like experiencing a second childhood. Not only do we once
Now You See Me, Now You Don’t
I was in a doctor’s waiting room the other day catching up on my magazine reading (see “Death, Taxes, and the Annual Exam,”
Drug Testing
Question: What do the Presidential primaries and my new web site have in common? Absolutely nothing, except for the fact that they are
Death, Taxes and the Annual Exam
It has been said, by Ben Franklin, I think, that the only things in life that are certain are death and taxes. I’ve
Before and After
The other night, in a restaurant, my husband happened to encounter a woman he knew from high school days. This is not unusual.
Speaking of Sam……
Dear Readers: I beg your indulgence on two counts: one, for beginning this essay in the manner of an 18th century English novel,
You Gotta Love Him!
So I’m sitting at my desk trying to write this essay. Instead, I’m allowing my mind to wander and my attention to be
Unresolved Redux
So, folks, here we are again. The baby in the top hat, sash, and diaper is once more about to kick the old