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 13, 2013

Then and Now

My high school picture

   Twenty years ago, I began my senior year of high school.  Twenty years seem to have sped by on fast-forward.  This passage of time has definitely inspired some self-reflection, about who I was then, and who I am now.

   Then, I was relatively quiet, serious, and hard-working.  Now, I am pleased to report nothing has changed.  My values and most of my personality traits seem to have remained in-tact.

   Then, I was “Wendy Fraser,” straight-A student.  I was tired of being known solely for my grades.  Because when you’ve consistently earned grades like those, for years, there’s nowhere to go but down.  I didn’t want to make that fall.  I had expectations to live up to.  Exhausting expectations.  I felt there was more to me than letter grades, but I also felt that most people didn’t look beyond my transcripts to learn about the rest of me.

   Now, I am “Wendy Kennar,” a former teacher who understands that some children will achieve scholastic success in various ways (not all academic).  I am a wife, mother, teacher.  And I hope those closest to me, do not define me in narrow terms but can appreciate me as a whole package.

   Then, my brown hair hung down to my waist.  It was my attempt to hide myself and distract from the acne that plagued my face.  Back then, I was certain that whenever anyone saw me, they saw my pimples.  Not my slightly crooked bottom, middle teeth.  Not the moles on the left side of my neck.  Just my blemishes.

   Now, my acne has cleared up and whatever scars or blemishes remain are not all that defines me.  Now, my brown hair doesn’t hang below my shoulders.  My shorter hair is easier to manage, and I don’t feel the same need to hide.

   Then, I owned colorful pants:  red, green, paisley.  And I had socks to match.  Now, my pants consist of jeans (shades of blue or black), and my socks are generally black (with an occasional gray, brown, or navy thrown into the mix).

   Then, I occasionally wore shirts that conveyed messages.  I didn’t advertise stores, but I did sport a t-shirt depicting the Hubble Space Telescope and a plea for others to help “Save the Earth.”  The shirts in my closet were primarily dark-hued, with lots of turquoise and teal thrown into the mix.  Now, I still occasionally wear shirts that convey messages (advertising the California Science Center and space shuttle Endeavour).  Now, my closet houses shirts in a variety of hues, including pinks and purples that I didn’t wear as frequently in high school.

   Then, I adorned myself with a multitude of jewelry each day.  I wore rings, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, a watch, and an anklet.  Around my neck, I wore a silver chain with a multitude of crystals and gemstones --  goldstone, amethyst, turquoise.  They were beautiful stones, and I wanted to decorate myself with beautiful objects.  Now, I continue my life-long interest in jewelry.  Bracelets, earrings, an anklet, a watch, and rings on eight of my fingers.  Now, my necklace changes with each day’s outfit.

   Looking in the mirror and looking at my high school picture, there’s no doubt I’m looking at the same face.  I’m delighted to find I’m recognizable.  The girl I was then has helped me become the woman I am now.  I look in the mirror and can smile with pride.  I have much to be thankful for, much to be proud of.  


  1. You are truly a remarkable person.You are BEAUTIFUL inside and out.It always killed me to know you had so many doubts about yourself when you were in High School.Anyone knowing you is lucky to have you in their life.I Thank God for you everyday.You are a WONDERFUL daughter and I am so thankful we have such a great relationship.I love you and I am so proud of you.

  2. You are a fantastic mommy. You are also a very devoted daughter. Your mother & I are very proud of who you are.
    love, dad

  3. Honey,
    I am eternally grateful that I found you. I knew you were a very special soul from the first time we met! I am proud that you have always stayed true to yourself.
    I Love You!
    love, me