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, July 3, 2013

My Eyes

   In what can be said is a stereotypical sign of aging, I am again wearing glasses.  I first wore glasses back in junior high, and stopped sometime during my undergraduate years.  I think.  It seems so long ago, I don’t even remember when my eyes mysteriously decided to see clearly all by themselves.

   My eyesight was never horrendous.  Unlike my parents, I could always read without my glasses; it’s just that the glasses helped make reading a little easier.  And since there are already so many difficulties in life, why not take advantage of something that would make one body part work a little less.

   I never detested my glasses.  And once I didn’t need them anymore, I never missed my glasses.  It was just one of those things I dealt with.

   Lately, I felt like I was having trouble seeing the letters on my computer screen as I typed my weekly blog, and words in the novel I was reading were a bit out of focus.  The optometrist confirmed it; I again needed reading glasses.  Again, not a super-strong prescription, and if worse comes to worse, I can still read without them.  But the optometrist wanted to let me know that this time, I probably wouldn’t outgrow my glasses.  They’re most likely here to stay, and if anything, may require a stronger prescription as I age.

   I told him it was the least of my worries.

   Two years ago, I spent part of my son’s third birthday in an ophthalmologist’s office.  Before my autoimmune disease was diagnosed, I was bounced around like a ball in an arcade game from one specialist to another.  After the muscle biopsy that was performed on my calf, the rheumatologist who ordered the surgery wanted my results reviewed by a geneticist.  The geneticist then wanted my eyes examined by an ophthalmologist.  At the time, I didn’t understand why my eyes were being checked when the pain was in my legs and arms.  (I would later learn that certain types of cancers reveal themselves in the eyes, and that is why I was sent to have my eyes dilated.)  

   I was pleased to discover that I’m actually helping our planet while typing away, wearing my new glasses.  My eyeglasses are manufactured by a company named “eco,” which creates glasses that are made with 95% recycled materials.  And, as an extra earth-bonus, for every frame that is sold, the company plants a tree.

   After learning those facts, I’m even more okay with my declining eyesight.


  1. It is hard to understand why once you stop needing glasses years later you may need them again.I started wearing reading glasses when I was a senior in high school and still need glasses for reading.I never knew some cancers can be seen through your eyes.I must say I am thankful no form of cancer was found,and just hope one day soon your pain will lessen.I love you and I am very proud of you.

  2. Welcome to my world. I need to wear my glasses all the time, if I don't everything is blurry. I am amazed that you hadn't needed to wear your glasses, before now, with all the reading and writing that you do. You are an exceptional women and I am proud of you. I am also proud of your son.

    Love, Dad

  3. Honey,
    I think your new glasses look really cool on you! I am glad that they are making your reading and writing easier to do. Your blog is really fantastic!
    I Love You!

  4. GLASSES??? Something I never knew about you!! Maybe when we skype, I will get to see them! HINT HINT!!!! I miss your face and your eyes. They are so caring and loving!! I love you!!!