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.

December - syndication part 2: “Having your corporate cake and eating it too” Dec 17, 2014

It’s been many years since I first stayed with my German hostess. I’ve since been back to her amazing house and have had German cake and have eaten it. That’s no euphemism. When I first visited her, I could arguably have been a corporate woman with a career and kids. I say arguably because I was a working at home mom in a very small company. Hardly “corporate world” in my eyes now. I’ve since then joined the “I am not kidding this is seriously corporate American in the sense of a capital C” world. I work for one of the top 100 of the “Fortune 500” companies in the states, or, rather, in the world.  While I’m both thankful for this job and sometimes surprised by it, there’s no escaping the corporation-ness that... Read more

A goodbye card to my Aunt Marcella Dec 09, 2014


Why do people die in December? Why does everyone decide to leave earth in December? Because the Christians are singing about a birth? Because families are together and can support each other? Because it’s cold? My Aunt Marcella decided it was time to leave this earth today. You know my Aunt Marci. I wrote about her. My mom texted me this morning with the news as I was entering a long, difficult, detailed meeting. I didn’t have time to think or process this news. I called my husband as soon as I got out and we met at Starbucks to talk through it. His eyes teared up as I bawled in front of strangers in the coffee shop. I recounted stories about her and my Uncle Charles. “She was like my Grandma, such a classy lady,” I hear myself saying through sobs, “and I am... Read more

December - the syndication month part 1: I can be your sunshine? Dec 03, 2014


I made a promise that I would post a “behind the scenes” or “what this means to me now” post in December, of some of my favorite, or touching, posts in this decade-long blog. Today I pulled up, “Maybe I can be your sunshine?” Originally aired May 6, 2011. ——- The post—— He watches the truck with a camper pass us on the road. “I wanna go camping again. Are we EVER going to go camping again?” My three year old is a drama queen sometimes. I laugh. “Yes, we’ll go camping, I promise. We’ll go when it gets sunny again.” “It’s NEVER going to be sunny again!” He whines. He also loves to whine. “Oh, it will,” I assure him, “Probably July 5th.” The classic NorthWest joke doesn’t mean anything to... Read more

On birthdays Nov 02, 2014

My mom always made a big deal over our birthdays.  She would make a homemade cake and in very-detailed, time-consuming, 80’s perfectionist manner, decorate our cakes in secret under a banner of birthday wishes and streamer-lined dining room lights. It was difficult for me to understand her when she told us all she wanted for her birthday was a cake. “A fancy cake?” we used to ask. “No, just a cake. That’s all I need.” It wasn’t until last year that I believed her. Last year I sat at my brand new job, day two, in a corner struggling through onboarding. I didn’t realize how lonely it was to have nobody know it was your birthday. I realized, I don’t need a cake, or a party, or presents, or a big todo, but the value and warmth of someone saying, “Happy Birthday,”... Read more

On handling things poorly: A how to guide for losing your eferloving mind Oct 25, 2014

#Life#Getting to know me

You know that part of your gut that tells you wise decisions in which you promptly ignore? It’s also the same part of your gut that knows you’re holding on to some trauma that your brain hasn’t processed. You should probably start listening to that part of your gut unless you want to lose-your-shit at a Laser Tag Team Building Exercise. I’m not a gun person. I’m so not a gun person that the one time I shot a real gun at a range with my parents, I promptly set the thing down, walked in to the bathroom, and hyperventilated until the automatic lights turned off with me sitting in the stall. Rule #1 to losing your shit: Deny your emotional response to tragedy. I don’t think I’ve always had this phobia of guns. Up until a few years ago I might... Read more

Do the Hail Marys. Even if you aren’t Catholic. Oct 20, 2014

When I was 7year old, we sat in the bathroom during Hurricane Alicia. I was living in Houston with my parents and very tiny sister, who was only 2 at the time, sleeping quietly in the safest area of the house: under the bathroom sink. My parents listened to the weather on a battery powered radio while the walls shook and tornadoes clamored around the neighborhood. We walked in to the eye of the storm where we found our fence down the street at our neighbor’s house, ten doors down. At the time I didn’t realize my parents pissed off someone holy. I didn’t know God was a revenge sort of guy and that my mom probably chewed the wafer at Communion that week so we were doomed to lose a fence and all our backyard toys. Now, though, I understand the weight of being a mother. We bear the... Read more

In which I write loud letters from the bathroom and think future things, not cyborgs Sep 10, 2014

I can’t tell you how many times I hear the Lost in Translation quote in my head. It doesn’t sound like the movie, it sounds like a dear friend of mine from my First Real Job at Portland Public Schools; “But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk… and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.” Jenna told me this when her own baby was only a few years old. I remember so vividly because I hadn’t had children yet, but the idea stuck with a tar-like dignity that warms in the sun on certain occasions. Tonight was such an occasion. The nine year old girl had asked for some time to take a bath; a legitimate luxury given the schedule most days. Tonight was a fine night to do so,... Read more

On Coaching: Can Corporate America work like a Team Sport? Aug 02, 2014

#Life#Working Mom

I’m used to being yelled at. “Point! Point your toes!” “Drop now!” “You’re overextended, bring it back, good, good, POP! MORE! Nice!” These are words I heard coming from the side of four apparatuses growing up. I can still, to this day, call muscle memory from years and hours in the gym. I can answer, almost turrets like, questions about gymnastics. “What is the olympic order of events from 1- 4?” “VAULT! BARS! BEAM! FLOOR!” “Who was the silver medal winner in 1985” “The Romanain with the curly bangs! Ecaterina Szabo!” This one I know because I got my BANGS PERMED to look like her. While million of little girls where trying to be Mary Lou Retton with her gold medal, flashy smile and short bob hair, I was aiming for second place and wishing to be the... Read more

The Universe is One Persistent Mofo Jul 12, 2014


Over a year ago, I started talking to someone about ADHD. I joined a group of other women and we talked about what it was like living with distraction, children, jobs, husbands, and the constant 32 TV monitors playing different channels in our heads. One of the themes that started cropping up was the idea of mindfulness. Mindfulness, or the awareness of your thoughts and living in the present tense, has been shown to decrease ADHD symptoms. Meditation, it’s practical companion, has been shown to help cancer and diabetes, fix marriages, and save the planet from impending astroids.* The last one is a theory but I’m sure someone is researching that right now. Maybe. It’s been a year and a half now that the theme mindfulness has been cropping up. At first it was my... Read more

I thought I was more Sandra Bullock, but really I’m more Emmet Jul 11, 2014


I used to joke that when I wrote my famous novel about my life (because it’s that interesting?) I would have Sandra Bullock play me in my movie. “I can see that!” friends I bribe with booze would say. Lately the reality is setting in that I will a) never finish a book in a timely fashion and b) have zero original thought. See, The Internet is awesome. It lets people express themselves. It allows us to connect on a global scale. It also takes all my brilliant ideas and squishes them because SOMEONE ELSE ALREADY SAID THAT. I went to graduate school which means I understand I have no thoughts of my own and have to research everything to back up any claims I might make. Basically I paid a lot of money for someone to tell me I don’t know anything. I’ve taken... Read more