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 16, 2014


   “What does ‘brave’ mean?” my six-year-old son asked.

   I dodged the question.  “What do you think it means?”

   “I don’t know.  What is it?”

   Ryan asked this question after singing along (loudly) to “Brave” performed by Sara Bareilles.  It’s a song I first discovered in connection with my writing.  My favorite UCLA Extension Writer’s Program instructor had written on her blog about the bravery that is required for writers to write honestly.  I listened to the song and realized I liked it -- its sound and its message.

   My son was waiting for an answer, and I wasn’t sure how to give him one.  Bravery is one of those concepts like “love” -- we know it when we experience it, but articulating what it means isn’t always easy. 

   I took a minute and thought about my answer.  And I remembered -- this was the first song that played in my car as I drove myself to the writing retreat in Lake Arrowhead back in May.  

   So I told Ryan that being brave means there might be something that you thought was too hard or too scary or something that you just couldn’t do, but if you’re brave, you try to do it anyway.

   He was satisfied with my answer and went to the next song on his playlist.

   I think it’s only fairly recently that I’ve begun to acknowledge bravery through my simplistic definition.  I used to think bravery required grand actions -- firefighters rushing into burning buildings and astronauts landing on the moon.  Those individuals certainly are brave, but bravery isn’t limited to them.

   Being brave is necessary in true writing, and true living.

Readers, if you’re interested, the following YouTube video plays “Brave” performed by Sara Bareilles and includes the song’s lyrics.


  1. You are an extremely brave person considering the medical condition you are dealing with daily.Ryan is very mature for his age,and you answer all his questions perfectly.I love you and I am very proud of you.

  2. Your answer to Ryan hit the nail on the head. I enjoy reading your work. Your mother & I are proud of you.
    love, dad

  3. Honey,
    You write with bravery on so many subjects and are a brave woman in life!
    I am proud of you!