“Put On a Happy Face…”

A current television ad for an antidepressant (Rexulti) features people holding a hand drawn smiling mask in front of their faces to cover their true feelings.

The obvious implication is the medication these people are on is not completely effective. Hence, they still have to “put on a (fake) happy face.”

Well, I always thought that was just good manners, because it’s how I was raised.  That is a lesson I learned at an early age. While shopping with my mother, we encountered someone she knew. The adult kindly leaned down to ask me how I was. After a shy hesitation, I blandly responded, “Pretty good.”

As soon as we got home, my mom made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that when someone asks how I am, this is the only procedure for responding:

No matter how you feel, you are to make eye contact, smile, and say, ‘I’m just fine.’ Then, you thank them for asking, and mmediately need to show genuine concern, and ask, ‘How are you?'”
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What We Have Here is a Failure to Find the Right Reference Point (Or how I learned to communicate with Generation Y)

Mother’s Day weekend, I had the pleasure of visiting with my son and his gf (that’s hip for “girlfriend” – how cool am I!).

Somehow, we got on the subject of Bruce Willis’ fame. I immediately referenced Moonlighting.  Despite it’s airing in the mid-late 1980s, my son actually (albeit vaguely, because he was very young) remembered it – or was, at least, familiar with the title. 
Because it was completely foreign to his girlfriend, I began to explain how the show was initially intended as a Cybill Shepherd showcase until Willis’ character David Addison quickly eclipsed the female lead. The blank look on gf’s face was my clue to backtrack and ask if she knew who Cybill Shepherd is. With some hesitation, she said when she was younger, her parents often called her “Sybil.”

No, no, wait… 
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Airline Abuse at New AltitudeĀ 

Airline Atrocities – we all have a story.  With airline atrocities at a new height, the time seems right to share my mine.

In the last Century, I wrote a column for the Garland Daily News, that was also carried by several other suburban publications.  Clearly, my use of the word “hostess” dates the piece, and I apologize in advance for that demeaning gender-specific, archaic nomenclature.

In March 1991, I wrote a column that opened with comments applauding the flight attendants’ recent victory in obtaining increased weight limits for the profession.


I did, however, go on to address what I felt was an inappropriate attitude during my children’s first flight.

“When all is said and done, I do not begrudge the added inches and pounds.  In fact, I would like to see more emphasis placed on the hostesses’ attitude.  What I would like to see from any airline attendant – skinny or fluffy, is more hospitality and helpfulness toward traveling families, instead of just to males flying solo.

Whatever happened to those friendly skies?”

It seemed innocent enough to me.  I never expected the ensuing angry outcry.  This column set a record for my hate mail.  In fact, the union issued a call for members to write my editor.  I had probably written about politics and religion that never elicited so much as a hate postcard.

My “airline stews” (from the actual headline) column was as close as I would come to Dallas Times Herald’s columnist John Bloom Joe Bob Briggs 1985 “We Are the Weird” controversy.

Once I discovered that “sacred cow,” I should have “hit it 20 more times ,” as John (Joe Bob Briggs)  Bloom would say.  But, it’s my nature to avoid confrontation.  I returned to my more Erma Bombeck-esque editorial style.  And here I sit – blogging for free, when all I had to do was let the airline attendants make me famous.

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The Satisfaction of Door Slamming

Throughout my life, I have been a door-slammer. I have found it to be an excellent release for pent-up tension. You can feel it and hear it. Like a pitcher on the mound, you put your whole arm into it, and wham! Then, there’s that rewarding thunderous slamming sound.  Ahh… sweet relief.I don’t really cuss; definitely do not want to hurt anyone or punch a hole in a wall.

But, I can dang sure slam a door.  

When I was a little, my mother encouraged me to scream in a pillow when she could see I was really frustrated about something. I tried the pillow-screaming a few times. It just did not serve as a pop-off valve as well as door slamming. Continue reading

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“Working 9 to 5 – what a way to make a living”

After years of being a secretary, currently called an “administrative professional,” I was able to go home and be a full-time mom.  Fortunately, for many of those mom years,  I was also writing a newspaper column.  In April 1992, I penned this piece, based on my secretarial experience.  Overall, the role was not unlike the job as depicted in Dolly Parton’s “9 to 5.”  I worked for a few Mr. Harts.  You was also blessed to work with some excellent manager/mentors.

Because this is ADMINISTRATIVE PROFESSIONALS WEEK,  I am sharing it.  Though the IBM Selectric has gone the way of dial phones and Studebakers, little else has really changed for the women who answer make the coffee, type the memos, answer the phones, and keep it all together.   

Traditionally, the Wednesday of Administrative Professionals Week was known as “Secretaries Day,” when the administrative would be treated to lunch by her superiors.  And by “superior,” I don’t mean the people who are necessarily any smarter than the administrative – they just make a lot more money.

So, here’s hoping all secretaries/administrative assistants get a free lunch, candy, flowers, or all of the above today! 



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Valentines – Giving from the heart

A commentary from my past life as a newspaper columnist – published February 13, 1991 in the Garland Daily News (Garland, TX)


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Death of the American DreamĀ 

Like a book not read,
Like a song not sung,

Like a prayer unsaid 

Or an unknown tongue,

The American Dream, one of faith and trust,

Is growing old and gathering dust.

A yellowed page in a history book,

The stagnant pool, once a flowing brook.

Do we love our country,

Or merely reside in the land of our birth

With no feeling of pride?

In a famous museum, its cobwebs are seen –

Cobwebs of liberty, which once was our dream.

But, the ideals were buried when the heroes died,

And the candle of patriotism smolders inside,

Inside all our hearts where it flickers, then dies.

When will Americans open their eyes

To see, in a graveyard, a tombstone which reads:

“The American Dream

…And it’s covered with weeds.

                       Nancy Sue Krenrich 


I wrote this poem when I was in high school, over 35 years ago. Sadly, is still relevant.

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