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 30, 2012

Riding a Bike

Shortly before I wound up in the hospital with a swollen left calf, I was bike shopping.  I had my eye on a pink beach cruiser; the kind of bike that is the adult version of a child’s bike.  Nothing fancy, just a pretty pink bike that I could ride in my neighborhood.  I used to ride my bike for pleasure, the exercise and toned legs were a bonus.  I didn’t ride exceptionally fast or far, but I rode, regularly.

I stopped riding when I was pregnant, eventually got rid of my bike, and then decided that I wanted to start riding again.  I wasn’t sure when I would, life was full between teaching and parenting, but I wanted to.  I thought having the bike in my possession would “guilt me” into riding it, and I would make the time to ride.

I found the bike I wanted, was comparing prices, and was almost ready to purchase.  Then, my leg betrayed me.  

Since then, my legs have weakened.  I can’t walk as far, or for as long, as I used to.  I now think someone knew I would have leg problems.  Something stopped me from buying that bike.  If that bike was sitting in my home now, I know I would look at it with frustration and anger.  I really should feel relieved that I didn’t waste my money buying a bike I wouldn’t be able to ride.  Instead, I’m saddened.  Does that mean I won’t ride again?  

Maybe.  But maybe isn’t definitely “no.”  So in the meanwhile, I know that if I become well enough, I will most certainly be purchasing a pretty pink beach cruiser for myself.  I will most definitely ride it on a regular basis.  

And if not, then I just won’t ride a bike.  There are worse things after all.  


  1. Honey,
    We are going to get that bike you want so you can ride again!
    Your writing is fantastic!
    I Love You,

  2. I remember looking for bikes with you and how excited you were when you found that pink one.I hope and pray you will soon be pain free and able to purchase that pink bike and go riding with Ryan.I know one shouldn't be asking why different things happen to people,but you certainly do not deserve all the pain and hardship you have been going through and still dealing with.I pray everyday that you will soon be pain free.I love you and I am very proud of you.

  3. When you get well enough to ride, I will purchase a bike for your Mother. I look forward to the day I will see you, mom, and Ryan riding around Park La Brea. Your Mother & I are proud of you.

    Love, Dad