Mommy’s First Dick Pic

I woke up this morning to a conundrum.  What is worse, I was forced to decide at the ungodly bag-eyed hour of 6:15am: To receive an unsolicited dick pic, or to receive an unsolicited dick pic, that was intended for someone else? The owner of the member in question is one of the few guys that was an absolute no in the first five minutes.  He was truly one of my most disappointing Bumble dates.  Disappointing, because I really had a good feeling about him and I had gotten my hopes way up.  In fact, the only thing more up…

Toxic Marriage, Served with Contempt

My daughters gaped, open-mouthed, at the histrionic couple dining at the adjacent table. We were in France, at an auberge in the Dordogne during my annual single-mom summer trip. The intimate dining room overlooking an ancient mill was frigid with cheerless couples purportedly enjoying celebratory anniversary and birthday dinners of foie gras and duck confit, but each unhappier than the last. Kids are sponges, soaking up tidbits of relational distress. They are not above gawking at fighting couples, nor are they immune to the subtler cues of relational frigidity; a husband’s pontifications about a wine’s terroir- tedious and unappreciated. His…

Every Mom Needs Sexy Selfies

Before my divorce, sex was the last thing on my mind.  My body felt deflated after babies, and my sexuality became wrapped in the sags, dimples and aging flesh- without my firm 25 year old pre-baby body, was a still a sexual being? Did I deserve intimacy, and would anyone ever desire me again? I shoved these questions to the back of my psyche and soldiered on through mommyhood. Sex was irrelevant, anyway. Such a chore- it took too much mental energy to climb from the pit of my own self doubt. The forest of good sex is watered with trust…

Staying Sane While Single Mom Traveling with Kids

It’s the end of week two of my six week Europe trip, and I started going a little nuts today.  I realized I hadn’t had an adult conversation in days, except for hijacking my daughter’s facetime session with her friend in Melbourne so I could talk her mom, who is a dear friend of mine.  We couldn’t really talk, because both of our daughters were squashed against us, trying to get into the video.  It’s been a little lonely. Texting, calling, sexting needs to happen when you are traveling as a solo mom for 6 weeks.  Like, seriously.  You will…