Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe is a mom to two teens, a writer, photographer, blogger - and a middle school teacher by day. After graduating from UC Berkeley with a degree in English, she returned to her California hometown to teach, mother and write. Jennifer writes about life lessons in parenting, teaching, traveling, and living as a global citizen on her blog, mamawolfe. Her  website,, is full of inspirational writing, teaching resources, photography and recipes.

My Blogs

Looking Forward by Looking Back

I’ve been doing a monumental amount of looking forward by looking back lately. I’m absolutely certain it has to do with this indefinable space of my life right now, were I’m learning to let go of everything I’m comfortable with, everything I’m used to, and being forced to look forward for the magic that is sure to come. Something really surprising has happened during this process ....more

Live A Life Of Amazement

Sunset and full moon over Lake Tahoe When it’s over, I want to say: All my life I was a bride Married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, Taking the world into my arms. When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder If I have made my life Something particular, and real ....more

Parenting: Simple, But Not Always Easy

Having a child seems like a simple enough decision. It’s a fulfillment of lifelong dreams for some; others agonize over the decision, as if they can predict just exactly how a child will fit into their well orchestrated lives. As if a child is something like a new couch or a vacation that can be scheduled neatly into our busy days, and we will not only know exactly when it will be delivered, but are assured that we will meet all our connections and the hotel room will be ready when we arrive ....more

A Rainy Day in the Bookstore

Most moms dream of a day like I’m having today. I’m on vacation, absolutely no obligations besides catching my flight home this evening. I slept in and woke without an alarm ....more

The Idea of It All

She thought she knew exactly how it would all turn out, but it was the idea of it all really, she realized so many years later. She planned the wedding meticulously, despite the unwanted interruptions from family members who decided to take that time, after all those years, to assert their independence and bring their own unhappiness to the table. She knew exactly what it would look like, where it would be, and what she would wear ....more

My Best Life, March 2014: A Month of Anticipation

March was a month of anticipation; the wrap up of one ski season, the college acceptance letters, and the countdown until Cameron returns home from the ski academy. I struggled to stay in the present moment, to breathe deeply and know that everything will work out as it should. As we move into April, I feel the breath of possibilities whispering at the back of my neck ....more

Learn To Live

In the moment at Squaw Valey “Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger. Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you ....more

What Would You Do If You Knew You Could Not Fail? – book review and giveaway

What Would You Do If You Knew You Could Not Fail?...more

Teaching Middle School: My Dream Job

As I was driving home after a 13-hour day last week, it occurred to me that I had just hosted my twenty-fourth Open House. And boy, was I tired. Yep-I’ve been teaching middle school for that long ....more

A Leap of Faith

I don’t know if it’s just that time of the year that I’m feeling particularly vulnerable – maybe it’s more that time of life, that middle space where what always seemed so probable and certain has suddenly shifted. I’m feeling all at once teetering between so many worlds, so many lives, that every time I plant my feet down they sink, just the slightest bit – but not in a solid, comforting kind of way. In kind of a tenuous kind of way; that shifting of the sands of time that have always, always left me feeling hesitant towards change ....more