Moonrise Kingdom

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By: Tosha Woronov   My phone rang 15 minutes before I was to leave work to get Leo from his after school tennis lesson.  It was my friend, the mother of Leo’s two buddies, asking if, by any chance, although it was such short notice, could Leo spend the night? Um, YEAH. On the tennis […]

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And Now They Are Five

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By: Tosha Woronov Once upon a time about five years ago two friends met for dinner. They sat over plates of vegan tacos and lentil pate, the air between thick with the worries consuming one of them. Her name is Brandy, and she had been trying for over a year to get pregnant with her […]

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There’s No Crying in Baseball (Unless Mommy is Coaching)

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By: Tosha Woronov I had been a new mom for about six months when my first Mother’s Day came around. It was the happiest of days. Peter booked me a massage at Burke Williams, which was, back then, just up the block. (We moved, Burke Williams didn’t.) I remember the walk home, after hours of […]

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Shit Everywhere (or How to Get Your Child to Help Around the House)

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By: Tosha Woronov My dog has diarrhea. I don’t know what’s wrong with him but I do know I can’t handle it anymore. He’s behind me in the office right now, farting away as I type. He’s throwing up too, and I’m having trouble finding my compassionate side. I know he can’t help it, but […]

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