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, May 9, 2012


   I’ve recently begun reading Barbara Abercrombie’s Writing Out the Storm - Reading and Writing Your Way Through Serious Illness or Injury.  I’ve taken a few of her classes through the UCLA Extension Writing Program.  She’s everything a good teacher should be - honest, funny, encouraging, and supportive.

   I turned to this book because I need help navigating this “autoimmune disease” of mine.  I don’t know how to function sometimes.  I don’t know how to keep going through my day as teacher and mommy, wife and daughter, never certain when the pain will hit and I’ll be reduced to tears (sometimes while I’m driving, sometimes during dinner, sometimes while I’m doing puzzles with my son, sometimes before I go to sleep.)

   This book was inspired by Barbara’s journey with breast cancer.  On the day of her biopsy, she decides to pray.  Not to pray for a “cancer-free verdict” but to pray for “courage.”  Her rationale was if she had cancer, she had it.  It was a little too late to pray for it not to be there.  

   I’ve prayed.  Prayed that nothing life-threatening would reveal itself on a blood test.  Prayed that no malignant lump or tumor would show itself on a scan. Prayed that nothing would prematurely rob me of time with my son.  Thank the heavens, those prayers have been answered.  But I’m not cured.  And as my doctor told me during my last appointment, I’m not responding to medication the way he had hoped.  

   Maybe I’ve been praying for the wrong thing.  Courage is what I need now.  I obviously can’t make this disease go away.  I can’t change the past year-and-a-half, and I certainly can’t predict the next year and-a-half.  Whatever this is, and however it plays out in my body, all I can do is try to handle it.  With more courage.


  1. You are to be praised for how you are dealing with this illness you have been stricken with.Why it came to you I will never understand,and I want it to just leave you and let you live pain free.You certainly do not deserve the hand you have been dealt having to deal with all the doctors you have been seeing,all the tests you have been having to go through along with all the different medications you have to take and the horrible pain this disease comes with.You still go along being a WONDERFUL mommy,a DEVOTED wife,an OUTSTANDING teacher,and the BEST daughter a parent could ever wish for.I pray for you everyday that the pain will soon leave you.I love you and I am so very proud of you.

  2. I have prayed that whatever ails you would be transferred to me. I am very frustrated that there is nothing I can do to help you. You are a brave young woman, most people do not know that you have an illness. I love you and Ryan. Your Mother & I are here for you, we are very proud of you.

    Love, Dad

  3. Honey,
    I pray everyday that we find something to get you relief from this crazy pain.
    You are an amazing, beautiful, strong woman! We will get you feeling pain free again. We will not give up.
    I Love You with all of my heart!

  4. Oh my friend..I am constantly praying for you and your family. I know you have the courage to deal with this and work through this. You are an amazing and strong woman. I watched you give birth with no pain meds.. you can and will fight this. I love you and miss you so much it hurts. I hope we will see each other soon. Keep your head up and know you are never alone. You are always in my heart, thoughts and prayers.