Marriage and Kids: Sticking It Out

happy couple on wedding day

By: Tosha Woronov Several months ago I wrote about my and my husband’s decision to not have any more children. [My One and Only] I wrote a little about his enviable conviction in our choice to stop at one and I wrote a lot about my angst. (Of course, I can probably count on one hand […]

An Open Letter of Apology and Explanation to Charlie, Our Dog, as to How in the Hell a Cat Came to Live Here


By: Tosha Woronov Dear Charlie, First and foremost, I think you know, my sweet puppy, that I am an insistent, indignant, Dog Person. So I, too, am baffled by this. I am in fact, greatly allergic to cats. (Which doesn’t alone explain my lifelong aversion to them; I find them mysterious, aloof, creepy.) My blood […]

Six Years

Tosha and Leo

By: Tosha Woronov My baby turns six years in about as many days. Time flies, as they say. Six years ago to the day my step dad accompanied me to Rite Aid to pick up a bottle of cod liver oil, against urgent pleas from my mother and husband (oh, god, don’t do that). My […]

A Prayer at Recess


By: Tosha Woronov Leo is on his second full day of kindergarten. He actually started two weeks ago, but to allow the kids some transition time, Days One through Six were partial days – an hour here, three hours there, two days off for the Jewish holiday. Leo would like more transition time, thank you very […]


trophy cropped

By: Tosha Woronov Well. Well. Look. Leo’s first trophy. This is big. At last night’s team celebration dinner, Coach G dubbed Leo “Mr. Automatic.” (The kid doesn’t miss, you see.) And so a nickname is born. Carrying it upstairs on the way to bed he told me, “I have been wanting this my whole life.” […]

Love Month

Charlie Nose

By: Tosha Woronov I love my dog’s big black nose. It should be a refrigerator magnet. I love when a day in August starts out cloudy. We can play outside then, until almost noon, when the marine layer burns off and we must retreat to air-conditioning. I love San Francisco. I wish I’d found myself […]