Author Archives: Mrs. Fitz

Grandma Janda was Mom’s Mom and her manicure was her most obvious feminine habit. Her other feminine habits had to do with behaviors, like noticing the shape of people’s heads. She was a head noticer. She would make comments like … Continue reading →

There are many reason why folks don’t write. Lack of talent isn’t one of them. Misunderstanding the rules of originality is. Writers don’t have to worry about originality but some do. No one is you and no one’s voice is … Continue reading →

One way writers exercise is by making up analogies and metaphors, which can be done in a sitting position. This offers advantage on hot days like this day in Chicago; so here’s a few really bad metaphors that are cooling: … Continue reading →

Mom’s social network was the telephone, during 1950-1960s years she and Dad raised my two brothers and me in Elmhurst, Illinois. It was black and hung on the kitchen wall with a twisty cord about 3 feet long. I liked … Continue reading →

A primo reason for writing my blog is selfish. I want to connect with what’s inside where history and reflection and memory occurs. It’s okay that this may hold no interest whatsoever to anyone else; yet over time I have … Continue reading →

Ha! You’d think, or at least I thought, that writing becomes less surprising the longer you do it and I’ve been doing writing for some years. I was wrong.  Here’s what happened: I started writing a story for no particular … Continue reading →

Recently I started handwriting a story.  I had a pencil and a notebook so that is what I used. I was making no statement against technology. In fact, as a journalist I think with my fingers at a keyboard. I … Continue reading →

Every Memorial Day is a good day because folks are really at their best, I think. Remembering is not easy when the remembering is about a loss and doing so takes bravery. It’s easier to remember Memorial Day as a … Continue reading →