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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.
Call the Exorcist!
Ever hear of an earworm? Even if you haven’t heard the term, I’m sure you’ve experienced the phenomenon. An earworm is a tune that pops into your head, seemingly from nowhere, and you can’t get rid of for hours, sometimes even days. It’s a melody that slowly clings to your brain and quickly gets on your nerves. At first you may find it amusing, as in how weird, where did you come from? But after its 90th rerun, you just want to strangle it. It’s estimated by the strange scientists who study these things that over 90% of us humans
Alternate Realities II
They’re ba-a-a-a-ck! Along with the tulip shoots pushing up through the snow, the robins, the melting ice, and the mud, the coming of
State of the Reunion
I am frequently confronted by a situation that would appear to be a statistical improbability but is nevertheless true. My husband and I
A Belated Valentine
Unless you’ve recently crawled under a rock, or have been hiding out on a Pacific island with the Japanese soldier who didn’t know
Brisket Reconsidered
I’m so glad this holiday season is over. Because if I hear one more boast about brisket, I think I’m going to spray
Unresolved
So here we are, once again on the threshold of a new year. How many times in the next 24 hours will you
Eat My Face
Last evening, while engaging in the usual pre-sleep beauty ritual, I dipped my fingers into the jar of night face moisturizer only to
Roberta’s Rules of Order
On the whole, I think women are fabulous. But also a little crazy. I can say this because as part of the sisterhood,