wendy_kout_bioI write and produce in various media with a sense of humor, heart, heartbreak, and hope. I write about the present and the past, sometimes weaving them and sometimes weaving comedy and drama. I identify as a cisgender woman (she/her/hers), and as a political progressive (we/us/ours). I don’t preach or profess to have answers. I ask questions. I’m Jewish. It’s genetic. And I protest. Personally and professionally, I fight and write for social, economic, inclusive and global justice for all. I’m also big on gratitude. So here goes.

To my parents, Betty and Norm, who encouraged my creativity from childhood, modeled how to be a mensch and left a legacy of laughter.

To my brother, Larry, who taught me to fight and warned me guys will say anything to get into my pants.

To family… sister-in-law, Meryle, nephews Gregg and Brendan, nieces Cristi and Candace, and cousin Marsha and the Kout Klan, who share the soar and catch me when I fall. And to my great nieces, Avery, who gave me her first smile, Ryleigh, who gave me her first projectile vomit and Quinn, who gives us all joy. Your faces are my best medicine, and your future makes me fight harder.

To chosen sistahs, Kathryn Nessel Retsky, my Cookie, who has brought sweet comfort since our virginity and Michele Willens, my sometime work partner and all-time friend, who shares whatever the ride… and meal.

To chosen brother and Literary Manager, Will Levine, who for decades, has kept and restored faith in my spirit and my every written word.

To all beautiful buds, colleagues, and champions who gave and give a damn.

And to the love and miracle of my life, my husband, Dennis Koenig, who kicks my writer butt, holds my hand from storms to safety… and proved my brother wrong.

Thank you!