About Me:

Aloha! I'm Wendy Kennar. I'm the mother of a seven-year-old son and a wife living in Los Angeles. I was a public school teacher for twelve years until a chronic medical condition made it necessary to leave my teaching career.

I've always been described as "quiet" - really, I'm just biting my tongue. I've got lots to say, and lots of thoughts to share, I just prefer to write them. That's the purpose of this blog. Each Wednesday, I post a personal essay offering my observations and thoughts.

A few fun facts about me: I've wanted to be a writer since second grade, when my teacher, Mrs. Jones, made me a "book" with a yellow construction paper cover. I have never learned to whistle, have always preferred sunflowers to roses, and have spent my life living within the same zip code.

Through the years, my writing has been published in the Los Angeles Times, Christian Science Monitor, United Teacher, GreenPrints, L.A. Parent, DivineCaroline.com, RoleReboot.org, XOJane, and Brain, Child Magazine. Additionally, my personal essays have been included in several anthologies, including: The Barefoot Review, Beyond the Diaper Bag, Lessons From My Parents, Write for Light, Being a Grown-Up: A User's Manual for the Real World, Ka-Pow!, How Writing Can Get You Through Tough Times, Breath and Shadow, The Grey Wolfe Storybook, and Sisters Born, Sisters Found.
I am a regular contributor at MomsLA.com, and you can also find me at Goodreads.

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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

   I was a crier.  
   I cried during recess in anticipation for the upcoming fractions test.  Then I cried during the test.
   At that time I was “Wendy Fraser.”  And Wendy Fraser was a straight-A student.  “Smart” was “my thing.”  Acne had announced itself on my forehead.  I was picked last for kickball.  I had to keep up the standards by which everyone knew me and judged me.
   I threw away my cream-cheese sandwich.  I bit the sleeves of my shirt.  I perched above the toilet in the girl’s room, gripping my sides.  
   At night, I worried about the possible red markings I might find on my Women’s History Month report.  I worried about my report’s bibliography.  I worried about formulas for circumference.  My sister reached across the space between our twin-sized beds and held my hand until we fell asleep.
   Later, my class would learn about the Earth’s axis and the orbit of our planet around the sun.  I found it fascinating to learn that while it was hot chocolate weather in Los Angeles, in Australia it was lemonade weather.
   That's when I felt as if someone had yanked on my waist-length brown hair, the “ding-dong” had sounded, and I finally got it.  
   There were things bigger than me, bigger than anything happening in room 21.  No matter what happened on my social studies quiz, the sun would rise the next day.  And then set.  And rise and set again.  
   Nothing I was doing in Mrs. E’s class was significant enough or important enough to disturb the Earth.  
   I could breathe again.


  1. You always worked hard in school and earned every grade you ever got, and I am so sorry you were labeled the "A student and the smart girl," and that you made yourself sick at times over the school work.You are a wonderful, beautiful person inside and out and I hope by now you truly believe it.Anyone who knows you is lucky to have you in their lives.I love you and am very proud of you.

  2. You are a gifted writer and I enjoy your blog. Every time I play golf, I hope, I will do better the next time.

    Love Dad

  3. You are right. The sun will come out again tomorrow, something I need to keep telling myself. Don't sweat the small stuff. In the end it will be ok. I love reading your writing and it gives me something to look forward to. It makes me think of our fun recess and lunch chats that I miss more than anything. I hope you are well and I love you dearly!!

  4. Honey,

    Your writing is fantastic and I am proud of your dedication to writing every week!



  5. It's interesting to look back on what we considered important growing up. I know I had a lot of the same fears you mentioned. As I've gotten older, I realize that family and friends are what is most important along with health and happiness. I love your writing style as always.