The Red Tent of Flinger-ville. Or something like that but modern and with less hay bails.

Jan 03, 2012

#Life#The Flinger Family

It was a familiar feeling, one I can easily conjure up in my mind. Not until I was leaving did I realize how long it’s actually been that the four of us where together in the same house. What was it, 1995? Was I married back then? Did Dani have to wear a bra back then? Did Kim have kids? Was I battling gray hair?


My sister, my mother, my cousin and I sat drinking sprite infused juice (cough) while taking copious amounts of photos and rocking the baby to sleep. It was a familiar scene even though I can’t place when that would have ever happened. My sister lived in Tuscan Arizona five of the last six years. My cousin is only now old enough to be a “person” off to college. My mother lives even further, back in Houston, near the small town my sister and I grew up in. And I? Well, I tend to never sit still for very long. So when realization hits and I’m sitting there laughing about stories from childhood, I forget how rare this event truly is. Technology makes it possible to connect, airplanes make it possible to travel, time allows us the opportunity but life, that bugger, gets in the way so often. Tonight, not traffic nor rain nor deadlines could prevent what the long-over-due gathering of women: women from my family.

We laughed and joked about being parents, about marriage, about college and boyfriends and love. We talked about the children, about life. We called each other out on past mistakes and forgive when someone farts. The scene could’ve been straight out of the book “The Red Tent” but with less bleeding and less hay bails. I came to understand, during the short hour drive home, how precious that time was. How rare, how familiar, how ancient the gathering of women from a family. The miles and years that separate us hold little tenacity over the truth of family.

girls too


  1. I agree, Leslie, nothing replaces the  family connection no matter the distance and time in between. Wish I could have been there.  Glad everyone had a good time.

    By Dotty on 2012 01 04

  2. I believe one other time had us together; Thanksgiving 1999, but still. Oh the fun. Oh the tears of laughter. Oh the stories and memories. Oh the forgiveness of farts. Last night was family and fun and now a memory never to be forgotten. We must make a family pack to gather together for copious amount of laughter again in 2012 and as soon as possible. Time is our enemy. Let it not succeed.

    By omaflinger on 2012 01 04