Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

Fixing Mrs. Flinger Feb 20, 2015

I'm currently working on this website. I want to add back the links to blogs I love, some ways to find content easier, and put in archive, at last, some of the ancient articles. Come back to see updates.

50 Shades of Seattle Aug 29, 2012


“Oh, you’re from Seattle? You’re so lucky!” This is coming from the Delta ticketing agent in Detroit. It’s been raining for weeks and it’s the end of June. “Yes, I suppose, why?” “Have you ever read fifty shades of Gray? Christian is from Seattle!” I roll my eyes and try to be patient when I explain, in very slow words, “He.  Is.  Not.  Real.” Someone asked me once if I’d ever been to Forks. You know, where the Vampires live? I usually reply with something not-at-all snarky like, “no, generally I hang with werewolves.” Read more

Endings and Beginnings Aug 27, 2012

#Life#The Flinger Family

Friday was our last day at the pre-school we’ve been attending for five years. No, our child hasn’t failed pre-school four years running. This school provide pre-K from 3-5 and Kindergarten for 6 yr olds. Both of our children have been at this school. There are other families in the same boat and I see them at the little concerts and plays. They watch their children with a camera and compare the same production to the previous four. There are four of us families, no, five, and our children have grown up together. And Friday was the very last day we will go to this school. I picked this school one day, which I remember vividly, when my daughter was two. We were looking at options because I was going to drive her to Canada and drop her off to live with a flock of geese and she... Read more

Though the Truth May Vary Aug 20, 2012

#Life#Depth and Faith

We are watching our parents age. Haven’t they always been the same age? So why are they deteriorating before our eyes now? Why do phone calls include doctor results and stories from forever ago? Of regret? Of routine? When did I become the mom and for the love of god please tell the children their real mother is coming home soon. Who owns this house? The big one with the barn and the garden overgrown with weeds and the busted old chicken coupe? Not us, not me, no way. I’ve been listening to stories through music. They’re called lyrics. Maybe you pay attention to them or maybe, like most people I talk to, you just hum along and think, “what a lovely tune.” While I will not claim to be magically artistic, there’s a huge chunk of my left brain that... Read more

Postcards Aug 15, 2012

#Travel#Life#Working Mom

Some kids collect stamps. I don’t know who these kids are but I think they’re all about 102 nowadays. When I was a kid, way back in the early eighties, I collected cabbage patch kids. Yea… that… Somewhere around puberty I switched from wrinkly-butt dolls to postcards. I think this is where the first parts of who I am today began to show. This was the very beginning of a small fire that would grow steadily over the years. “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.” ― Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad/Roughing It My Uncle travelled a lot for... Read more

The forgotten ones Aug 07, 2012

#Life#The Flinger Family#Baby O

“Don’t let them see me!” “Does the door lock?” “Don’t let anyone in.” My son has yelled this in anxiety during many many wardrobe changes. He wears a rash guard in the pool so nobody can see his “boobies.” He hides his tummy from close friends because, “They will laugh at me.” I do not know where he gets this stuff. No, really. We’re not overly sensitive about nudity at our house. The children have grown up talking to me while I get dressed, asking questions about my body and me willingly answering. I started the “private parts are yours” discussion so early on, it would just be part of their knowledge and never an actual subject to discuss. The children shower together, brother and sister,... Read more