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 15, 2015

The Keys to My Heart

   If you ever saw the movie You’ve Got Mail, you may remember Meg Ryan’s character describing herself as someone who thinks about a past conversation, trying to figure out what she should have said in the moment.  That’s me.

   Here’s the latest example.

   My son and I went to our local CVS to pick up one of my prescriptions.  The pharmacist scanned the CVS card on my keychain and noticed Ryan’s picture dangling from my keys.  (Call me old-fashioned, but I still carry around a fairly large keyring that includes a hanging plastic frame where I proudly display Ryan’s pictures.)  

   The pharmacist commented on Ryan’s school picture and saw the picture of him and me that’s on the other side.  And then she asked me why I didn’t have a picture of my husband in that frame.  She wondered how my husband felt about the fact that only pictures of my son were on display.

   I was unprepared for the comment, and really didn’t know how to respond.  It had never occurred to me before.  After all, before Ryan’s birth, I never walked around with Paul’s picture dangling from my keys.  

   I love my husband and I love my son, but the love I feel for each of them is different, and so perhaps I sometimes show that love differently.  It feels like each day my son is growing and changing.  I’m proud of this big boy my baby boy has grown into.  I proudly walk around with his photo, eager to show it to anyone who may be interested.  My husband, on the other hand, doesn’t look all that different from the man I married sixteen years ago.  I wear his love on my finger and in our shared last name.  

   It wasn’t a long exchange, but it’s one that has stayed with me.  One more example, I suppose, of people sharing their comments and observations about things that don’t really concern them at all.


  1. Some people really have nerve.They say things to people they don't really know and about things that don't concern them.The love we have for our children is a different love then what we have for our husband.People need to think more before speaking.I love you and I am proud of you.

  2. Honey,
    Great post! People don't really think before they comment in public. I Love you so much and I am proud of our family!

  3. It is amazing how some people like to put their two cents in where it doesn't belong. Your mother & I are proud of you.
    Love, dad