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.

My Epic Love Story Aug 04, 2010


He wraps his arms around my neck, his cheek pressed against mine. I hear his soft breathing get longer, deeper, slower. I look at him, he is already asleep. Peaceful. Happy. Warm. When I try to pull away, he wraps his arms tighter. He pulls me closer. “I just wuff you,” he whispers as I finally leave his tiny bed. My son. He is both child and baby, already independent and willful. He leaves my side to play and discover and checks in, on his own, periodically. He helps me cook dinner, he is by my side when I do the laundry, always wanting to push the machine so I don’t have to. He is not perfect but he is perfectly three. And he is perfectly mine. Lately, as if he senses something is off, he comforts me in the way a sensitive small man can. “I love you the... Read more

Community, Love, and Internetz Aug 03, 2010


After I blogged about my inability to make it to BlogHer this year, an amazing thing happened. You people, you, all rose up and tried to get me on a flight. And you did! You nearly succeeded! You with your amazing heart and community and passion for gathering your type around to lock arms and hug and speak bloggy with. And ohmygod I love you for that. My girl, Jennui offered to send me 100 dollars of her own cash. (I’m not sure that was canadian or american dollars. I suspect had it been canadian, which means it might actually be worth more at this point.) She offered not once, but three times. Next, Lucretia sends out a tweet and a facebook update asking for a sponsor for me. A friend, David says he has one! Contact him! Let’s get me to NEW YORK. After passing out of... Read more

When technology is king, you judge the impending apocalypse by twitter Aug 02, 2010


Yesterday all across Western Washington people were coming out of their homes, looking up at the sky and saying things like, “Well, hu. Look-it that strange coloring the sun’s got.” And, “Weird sky today, aint it?” And, “Sure hope an atom bomb didn’t go off somewhere.” Because that’s the sort of smart-talking fast-thinking people we are. What’s worse? My reply: “Oh, no, I’m sure it’s not the apocalypse. I went on twitter today. Certainly someone would’ve tweeted about it.” Then I went on facebook and posted pictures of a vegetable platter. The world is truly coming to an end. Even if it’s not via atom bomb, our brains are certainly melting. **Good thing we were so concerned. Apparently... Read more

Parenting Tip 101: Consistency and Realism Aug 01, 2010

#Life#Those Little People

Mr. Flinger: “If you don’t stop yelling in there, we’re going to send you outside to play all day and not let you in. We’ll put food in a dog dish and you can eat out there.” Me: “Let’s make realistic threats to the children. We don’t own a dog dish.” Mr. Flinger: “You’re right. Sorry. A BOWL.” Read more

Just Add Spandex Jul 28, 2010

#Life#Best Of

The children are going to a Vacation Bible School this week to learn about Egypt, Some Old Dude and Eat Lots Of Candy and Eat Lots More Candy and sing some songs and Eat More Candy. At least, this is as reported by my oldest. No, we are not religious, or rather, not in the traditional “there is a God” sort of way. But rather, I am deeply religious in the “there is cheap child care” sort of a way. And that, friends, is Heaven. According to my daughter, it’s not a terribly religious experience anyway. Some old dude walked through a sea a long time ago and LOOK I GOT SKITTLES, MOMMY. It is during this time that I’ve had the joy of riding bikes again. It’s been, roughly, an estimated average of 5.2129 years since this has been a regular... Read more

I’m like twenty percent Jesus Jul 26, 2010

“You’re going to do what?” “I’m going to eat less than 15 grams of sugar for ten days,” I reply exasperated. It’s the second conversation like this in as many minutes. “Why ten days?” “It’s all I can promise I might commit to.” “You are honestly going to last ten days? .... “ “Hey, look, if Jesus can go in to the desert for 40 days without food or water, I can do ten days without sugar.” “So, what you’re saying is, you’re like twenty percent Jesus.” “If you want to call me that. I mean, hey, if the toga fits…” “right…” “You wannan grab some ice cream later? .... ... Oh.. Wait…” It’s going to be a long... Read more

So, yea, I’m not going to BlogHer this year Jul 25, 2010

It is a purely financial decision, I keep telling myself. One that does not mean I am not loved by dozens of tons of ten people. It is not that I am not wanted, just that I can not, in no way at all, afford New York City right now. Like OMG NEW YORK CITY! Oh, but god, I want to be there. So very fucking much. This year it is not in the cards. They layoff, the house(s), the bills, the move. There is no single way I can justify NEW YORK when I’m hoping to hit Leiden and Germany in another month. No way. Just. None. Even if my mid-life crisis yells at me to JUSTFUCKINGGO. Which is what it does. Daily. I was supposed to speak on a panel. I was supposed to BE THERE. I have plans. I have friends. I have… No moniez. I will have no pictures like these. (TRAGEDY) Will I be... Read more

Turn around and take a step forward Jul 24, 2010

#Balance#Life#Getting to know me

As the closing song fills the screen of “180 Degrees South,” several quotes come to mind. I grab my old book, “Buddhism Plain and Simple.” As most of my other inspiring books, it too, has passages underlined with notes in the margins. I find the few I am looking for. From the film, Yvon says, “The hardest thing in the world is to simplify your life, it’s so easy to make it complex. But what’s important is leading an examined life…” I smile slightly. I know this quote. It’s the quote of so many wise people. Of Thoreau. Of Emmerson. Of Buddah. “If we’re not careful, we make our lives busy, complicated, and unnecessary…. Our minds become complicated by petty details and wants, and we become ever more... Read more

Living Ashram, Living Here Jul 22, 2010

#Balance#Life#Best Of

God he is slow. Why is he going so slow? He is old. He can not drive well, as indicated by the dangling Handicap sign from his rear view mirror. This should be a clue to me to back off. He is trying. He is my elder. But he is making me late to Yoga. And ohmygod I can not miss Yoga. Not today. Not today. It becomes nearly comical as he pumps his breaks slowing to 25mph down the 35mph hill. COOOMMEEOONNN I groan. “Just put it in third gear, buddy. You can do it”. I’m coaxing him from my own vehicle not far enough back from his. I just want him to go. JUST GO. If I wasn’t so irritated, I would chuckle when he stops for right on red. He does not go. He will not chance it. Even if it is his right-of-way. Suddenly I’m remembering leaving church as a child. How... Read more

A tale of a mid-life crisis at thirty-four part 2 Jul 20, 2010


Part One Here “Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”—The Princess Bride I am an obvious romantic. Spontaneous to a flaw at times. These are not new traits, but rather old traits finally given the freedom to come bubbling back to the surface. This morning it hits me: I am nearly three months from turning thirty-five. Three months and nine days, actually. I believe it is this deadline, this unspoken milestone, that I can either harness or buckle under. I’m choosing to harness it. A very dear friend of mine, also undergoing a mid-life crisis, spoke to someone about it. “Ahhhh,” the therapist said, “A mid-life crisis. Yes. Those are great. They move you forward.” I am moving forward. Earlier this year,... Read more