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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
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
Fried White Potatoes
As much as I gripe about the tedium of the holiday season (see T’is The Season To Be Cranky, November 30, 2015) I
‘Tis The Season To Be Cranky
If it’s Thanksgiving, can Christmas be far behind? Or does Christmas now start before Thanksgiving? Somehow I think it does. At least a
A Schticky Business
I admit I know next to nothing about current popular music. When it comes to recognizing artists and songs, I dropped out somewhere
Transition Time
Greetings from Florida. I’m pleased to report that once again we have arrived safely. And once again I find myself surrounded by all
The Art of the Tweet
I don’t mean to sound presidential, but I do want to be perfectly clear. I know for a fact that I could have
My Dinner with Donald
When I started my website almost four years ago, I made a silent vow that there were three areas about which I would
Romancing The Crone
For those of you who have imagined me lounging by the pool for the month of August, that couldn’t be further from the