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 […]
By: Tosha Woronov I’m failing at everything. A big, fat, fucking F. My boss is like, “Hello? Are you there? Are you working? Are you ever coming in?” The dishes are out of control. I wash one spoon at a time so Leo can eat his Cheerios in his 5-minute breakfast allotment before school. The […]
An Interview with Tosha Woronov, TNF Managing Editor, by The Next Family TNF: How has it been blogging for TNF? It’s so important to me. I love that I have this small collection of stories to mark my life as a mother. It goes by so fast as we all know, and anything I can […]
By: Tosha Woronov Almost two years ago I posted a blog about the nutty stuff my kid has said. We have a jar in the playroom stuffed with scraps of paper, each depicting a Leo quote and the date he said it. Partly because I don’t know what to write about, and partly because it’s […]
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 […]
By: Tosha Woronov So it’s time to just come right out and admit that I’ve been depressed. Admit to you, I mean. The people in and out of my daily life know this well already, have been forced to know it time and time again. But I haven’t wanted to write about it. I keep […]
By: Tosha Woronov I hate summer. I hate people who love summer, who go on and on about how much they love it. People who don’t sweat. Who invite you over for a swim. Or to the beach. Every. Damn. Day. I like autumn and winter people. People who suggest coffee and a movie, or […]
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 […]
By: Tosha Woronov I’m a worrier. A freak. A stress-case. And I haven’t done a good job at hiding that from my little boy. His innocence and joy mean everything to me and yet…I guess not enough to keep my worries to myself. I mentioned this in my last blog, that my son had recently […]
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 […]
