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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.
Words I Never Want to Hear Again in 2025!
Spoiler alert: I griped about this very same topic a couple of years ago, but apparently no one was listening! I’m still hearing the same robotic-like comments from well-meaning people, comments to which I feel coerced to politely respond. And it’s the “politely respond” part that I find particularly irksome. Call me cranky, or something worse, but it’s getting more difficult to stop myself from blurting “Don’t tell me what kind of a day to have!!!!” By the way, Happy New Year! This is the last time I shall say “Happy New Year “in 2025. It’s the middle of January.
Let There be Light…and Latkes!
Fried White Potatoes As much as I gripe about the tedium of the holiday season, I must
Book Report
Dear Readers: I’m wordless! Which is a sorry state for a writer. Nevertheless, I’m not sure I have the proper vocabulary to convey
Reading Between the Lines
Book clubs are all the rage. They’re everywhere. Oprah has one. Civic groups and country clubs have them. Chances are your church or
The Ones Who Got Away
Do you ever think about your old flames? I mean, really old. Like the crushes you had in elementary school or junior high?
Mrs. Keen, Tracer of Lost Objects
Forgive me if I indulge in a bit of nostalgia, but for this essay it seems appropriate. I’m referring to an old radio
It’s Labor Day and White is Still All Right!
Labor Day weekend is upon us, and despite the fact that we were just experiencing a heat wave, come Monday, summer is unofficially
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