Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

The dirty truth

Thursday, October 30, 2014

The thing I love about political season is … nothing. Not a single blessed thing. How is this possible?

Excessive celebration: Embrace it

Thursday, October 23, 2014

We’ve all seen — and sometimes shunned — them.

Miracles of ‘didn’t’

Thursday, October 16, 2014

The accident happened, as these things always do, simultaneously fast and oh-so-slow.

Let’s (not) do lunch

Thursday, October 9, 2014

You would think someone who loves eating and all things relating to food as much as I do would be nuts about lunch.

Parenthood principle

Thursday, October 2, 2014

I like about writing for public consumption. This is opposed to, say, how I started out which was just forcing these missives on my grandmothers who are contractually obligated to find me fascinating.

Playing cat and mouse

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Ah fall. The season when all of nature attempts to move indoors.

Go jump in the lake

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Summer, as we know it, has come and gone.

Get a job! (But hone interview skills first)

Thursday, September 11, 2014

One of the many benefits of being a writer is that my commute is short. (I gained 7 pounds the year I got a laptop and no longer had to walk all the way to the third floor to write).

I still don’t know what I want to be

Thursday, September 4, 2014

’Tis the season when most public schools begin a new academic year.

Back to School: The common sense curriculum

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Back to school. The very notion conjures up visions of autumn and plaid and crisp apples for the teacher.

This is not what we meant by ‘chill out’

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Let us all take a moment to remember Summer 2014. That was a great day.

Teens have earned my respect; adults, no

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Here in the Midwest it is fair season. County fairs are gearing up, winding down, and whirling along.

Speak easy: A slippery slope of English

Thursday, August 7, 2014

There has been a move afoot for some time to relax (see also: dumb down) the English language.

On family and flying potato chips

Thursday, July 31, 2014

I consider myself an “expert” on parenting on par with my “expertise” in machine gunnery or quantum physics.

‘Wingmoms’ always have our backs

Thursday, July 24, 2014

As we enter the thick of summer I find my kids, now teens, going in many different directions. Gone are the long hours spent blowing bubbles on the porch, sticky Popsicle drips and sandbox sand. These are the days of “Mom can I go / meet / do?” and “Mom I’ve got to work until […]

‘Wingmoms’ always have our backs

Thursday, July 24, 2014

As we enter the thick of summer I find my kids, now teens, going in many different directions.

What I hit on my summer vacation …

Thursday, July 17, 2014

My vacations, as always, are a bit unpredictable.

Dive into summer by doing less

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Are you making sure you aren’t doing enough? Have you really embraced the vacation mindset and given yourself permission to let things go?

Summer of squalor

Thursday, July 3, 2014

I accepted a certain amount of savagery in my life when we willingly entered into living in a house without granite countertops, a master suite, attached garage or central air. Clearly, our standards are low.

It really does all come out in the wash

Thursday, June 26, 2014

I don’t want to burst anyone’s bubble or make them question the beliefs they hold dear and the meaning of life, but I do think it’s time we set the record straight. I can no longer live this lie and neither should you. Let us come clean on a universal truth: You will never, ever […]

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About Kymberly

Warm, witty and just a wee bit warped, Kymberly Foster Seabolt is a native of Kent, Ohio, who survived childhood exposure to disco and grew up to marry and move to the country. Her column weaves her special brand of humor with poignant, entertaining, and honest portrayals of parenting, marriage, and real life. She currently lives in northeastern Ohio with her husband, two children, two dogs, two cats, and numerous dust bunnies who wish to remain nameless.