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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.
A Funny Thing Happened on My Way to Assisted Living
Congratulations Seniors! In addition to receiving benefits such as Social Security, Medicare, and discount movie tickets, you are now eligible to receive jokes in your inbox which keep reminding you that you’re old! It’s not that I resent jokes about aging. I think laughing at ourselves is healthy as long as you empty your bladder first. In fact, I’ve written many an essay about the indignities of growing older. For example, I’ve questioned the wisdom of, after a certain age, paying a higher price for a product because it comes with a life-time warranty. I applied the same logic before
Sweating the Small Stuff
I don’t know about you, but the longer I live, the more I become aware of daily irritants. These niggling events pose a
The Shape of Things To Come
I am starting to have serious concerns about the survival of our species. There is no reason to believe that humans can last
Remote Possibilities
What I’m about to say is not exactly breaking news. This is something that every wife and female significant other knows only too
Dinner with Friends
Do you remember when dining out with friends was nothing more than an enjoyable way to spend an evening? When choosing a restaurant
Out of the Closet
Twice a year I am forced to confront a terrible truth. The catalyst for the reckoning happens to be bi-latitudinal (if there is
Code Red: Man in the Kitchen!
Question: What’s the scariest thing that a wife of forty years might hear from her husband? (No, it’s not “I’m leaving you for
Bagel Sunday
Minutes before we humans begin to stir in our beds, the dogs know. They are pacing around the room, instead of lying quietly
Withering Heights
Once upon a time there was a girl, who, at the age of thirteen, had reached her adult height of five feet-six-and-a-half-inches. She