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, January 14, 2015

Finally Tossing the Cap and Gown

   With parenthood, and all the extra “stuff” that accompanies a child, I feel as if I am in a perpetual state of cleaning.  Cleaning up and cleaning out.  Used to be, I did big clean-ups a few times a year.  Now, cleaning is just a perpetual process.

   Back during summer vacation, I wrote a post for MomsLA about my goal of finding one item each day to get rid of.  Here’s the link to the essay in case you missed it:  http://momsla.com/summer-clean-7-things-live-without/

   Honestly, I don’t always get rid of something every day, but I find that I’m at least looking every day.  And on days when I do take a forgotten box down from the high shelf in the closet, I find several items to get rid of.  Sometimes, they are things I had no memory of and was therefore not needing.

   A few days ago, it was my cap and gown from high school graduation that made it to the donation pile.  I don’t think I’ve worn the ensemble since that June day twenty years ago.  And without any hesitation, it was very easy to look at the gown, finger it for a quick minute, and discard it.

   At the time, high school was just a stepping stone; it got me to college which would get me to my teaching career.  And although I didn’t know it at the time, the most beneficial part of high school was meeting the man who would one day become my husband.  (In case you’re not familiar with our story -- we were classmates and met during our junior year English class at Fairfax High School.  It wasn’t until my last semester at community college that we started to date).

  It’s funny in a way; I had held onto that cap and gown for twenty years and through two moves, but now it just didn’t seem important to me to keep it any longer.  I was able to see that cap and gown as just an unnecessary bit of clutter, taking up valuable closet space.

  Generally, I’m a sentimental person.  I tend to hold onto certain things because of the memories attached to them.  Yet, I’m discovering that as I get older, my memories, and their related mementoes, become re-prioritized.  Which ultimately leads to cleaner closets.


  1. Great picture.The 20 years sure went fast.You certainly have accomplished a lot from the end of High School to now.I am one to always go through things to see what I still want and need.I love you and I am proud of you.

  2. Your mother is better at getting rid of things, but I am getting better at going through my things. The 20 years sure has gone by quickly. Your mother & I are proud of you.
    Love, dad

  3. Honey,
    Where did twenty years go?! Wow! I am so proud of you! You are a wonderful woman.
    I Love You!
    Love, me