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, March 13, 2013

Trying Too Hard

   I try too hard.  Anything I do, should be done the best that I can.  My biggest, most important responsibilities include mothering and teaching.  Those endeavors naturally always receive a great deal of exertion.

   But the silliest waste of my efforts occur each morning, as I try too hard to fix my hair.  I’m a no-frills, no-make-up-except-lipstick kind of girl.  My beauty regimen (such a militaristic term) is limited.  I shower, shampoo, and condition my hair each night.  It’s part of my multi-tasking.  My hair can dry while I sleep.  

   Each morning, I dress, and brush my slightly-above-shoulder-length brown hair.  Then comes the decision.  Part in the middle?  Part to the left?  Part to the right?  Which hair clip will keep my hair out of my eyes?  Sometimes my “parting” decision is made for me.  Sometimes I wake up with my hair already doing its own thing, already parted on the left.  Easy.  Problem solved.  Except then I try to secure my hair with clips and the clip on one side is higher than the clip on the other.  Sometimes, my hair poofs up after a clip is fastened.  Then I accept defeat and know that my hair won’t be contained by a barrette.  It’s time for me to try a different tactic.

   My best ponytails are the ones I do sans mirror or brush.  The ponytails of necessity, as I’m busy around the house, about to cook and want to keep my hair out of my dinner.  Without much effort, my ponytail is done, and done well.  I try to make a ponytail in the morning, using my brush, looking in the mirror, and suddenly my ponytail is uneven.  One side of my hair looks decidedly higher than the other.  I’ve inadvertently created a mini-mohawk.  I need to get out of the house, want my hair up and out of my face, and I simply cannot do it.  Or do it as well as I’d like.  I take my ponytail down, try again.  I’ve now got what can only be described as a wanna-be-cornrow on the top of my head.  

   I see styles on women in movies and television shows, try to re-create the looks, and can’t.  Hairstyles that look relatively easy to duplicate, and yet try as I might, I can’t do it.  I see co-workers (women I know who don’t have the advantage of professional hairstylists creating their look) with their hair up or brushed back.  And try as I might, I can’t do those either.

   Looking through pictures of myself through the years, my hair doesn’t vary all that much.  Sometimes my Hershey-bar colored hair was a little above my shoulder, sometimes a little below, sometimes hanging down to my waist.  I look at those pictures and realize my hairstyle is just an added detail.  Nothing important.  And it still isn’t now.  

   I’ll remind myself of that tomorrow morning when I’m trying to do my hair.


  1. You are a BEAUTIFUL person inside and out no matter what style you wear your hair.Whenever I see you your hair always looks good.Don't be so hard on yourself as we all love you just the way you are.I always love reading your work.I love you and I am very proud of you.

  2. I have always found your hair style to be perfect. You have always presented a professional look, no matter what endeavor you are involved in. You should be proud of yourself. Your Mother & I are proud of you.

    Love, Dad

  3. Honey,
    Your phrases "mini-mohawk" and "wanna-be-cornrows" are so much fun! You are such a great writer. I love your matter-of-fact descriptions and I always hear your voice in everything you write. I like your hair just the way it is and it always feels wonderfully soft to brush and touch.
    I Love You!

  4. Wendy,

    I laughed out loud on this one! So much fun to read. Maybe because I've been there and done that! :) Trying too hard with the hair...haha. But when you're not trying, whalla! Perfection!


  5. Giggles!!! I love reading your writing. I can just see you standing there looking at your hair!! Thanks for the much needed laugh in the middle of the work day!! Love you