Author Archives: Mrs. Fitz

The Chicago Bears lost to the Green Bay Packers yesterday, depriving Bear fans the chance to chest beat and bray our dominance in football. The last minute gonged defeat and I joined other fans who swapped mad for sad, although … Continue reading →

The newly published autobiography of Mark Twain, volume 1, weighs at least five pounds. The only logical way to read it is sitting upright at a table, so the book can rest its fat self. This demands commitment since it’s … Continue reading →

I know someone who gives the silent treatment. This is the loudest of all reactions. It is clever. The clever of it is that the person being given the silent treatment can’t tell for sure if this silence is intended … Continue reading →

I’m afraid to hope that head-wounded Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, updated yesterday to serious from critical in Tucson, Arizona, will be okay. Like most hopes, I’m afraid because I am counting on it, needing her to be okay. In the week … Continue reading →

In our Elmhurst house, New Year’s Day was just okay. I generally woke up assured I had missed something fun, since Mom and Dad were not what you would call hoot and holler-ers. I think Dad used as an excuse … Continue reading →

Of three job titles I’ve spent time fitting into – journalist, teacher, editor – journalist is the easiest to define. This is about three common varieties: The Scoop reporter. The Scandal reporter. The Story reporter. The Scoop reporter will steal … Continue reading →

We girl parishioners were accessorized for Sunday mass at Immaculate Conception church in Elmhurst. Less festooning was required for the weekday masses, which were not required to get to heaven. My white missal was the size of a card deck … Continue reading →

Here are 10 reasons you should be a journalist: 1. You get paid to be ignorant. It is your job to ask questions. You are not expected to know answers. 2. You are invited to places you don’t belong…somebody’s office, … Continue reading →

There are many reasons why folks don’t write. Lack of talent isn’t one of them. The advice to “Write what you know” is. This advice only seems logical. After all, how can you write about what you DON’T know? But … Continue reading →

Our Elmhurst living room was a homage to Mom’s baby grand piano. Scattered sit-upons dotted the remaining space like garden pavers. This may account in part for the fact Dad was an upsitter. He sat up on a couch, a … Continue reading →