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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
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,
As Long As You’re Up…….
At times I feel like I’ve been transported back to the 60’s and am trapped in that old ad for Grant’s Scotch. Remember
The Meaning of Life (Time Warranty)
Come on, admit it. We are all subject to occasional morbid thoughts, especially at that point in life when the number representing our
What I Want To Be When I Grow Up (or, My Love Affair with Olivia Benson)
I consider myself to be a peaceable person. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 representing the highest tolerance for any
Habits and Other Pastimes
Oh no! Did I just say that? I can’t believe I just said that! But I know I said it because I heard
House (Not So) Beautiful
I hope you’re not angry with me because I haven’t invited you to dinner lately. I’m aware that you have had us over
Daughter of a Beach (Hater)
The inevitable has happened. The insidious process has reached its conclusion. The final step has been taken, and the journey is over. I