Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

True confessions of a First World girl

Thursday, September 16, 2004

I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once. Recently, my electronic planner froze up, causing me lose track of every appointment, assignment, and crucial coffee date I may have scheduled for the next six weeks.

Life Out Loud: Replaced, rejected, retired

Thursday, September 9, 2004

The most dedicated servant is always the last to see the layoff coming.
One minute, you think you have the utmost in job security.

Celebrity wedding survival guide

Thursday, September 2, 2004

Traditionalists who believe that marriage is a sacred union between a man and a woman are undoubtedly heartened by the knowledge that America’s reigning queen of overexposed celebrity, Jennifer Lopez, walked down the aisle this summer for the third time.

Pride and prejudice: Geography as destiny

Thursday, August 26, 2004

In the heartland of this great nation, we’ve apparently all entered the Witness Protection Program. Our exact locations must remain a closely guarded secret.

Sowing my wild popcorn

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt does the unthinkable.

Back to school has mom losing her cool

Thursday, August 12, 2004

It seems that our nation’s retailers and I have come to a complete and utter impasse as to what “back to school” entails.

Cheer on! It’s darned hard work

Thursday, August 5, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt realizes her daughter was born to cheer.

Parents enjoy life after kids’ bedtime

Thursday, July 29, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt discovered the bliss of sending the kids to bed early. Every night.

Trendy pets: What happened to pet rocks?

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt wonders what some people are thinking when they pick out a pet.

Poor ol’ mini me

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt laments over things getting smaller.

Throwing in the trowel

Thursday, July 8, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt is garden zoned-out.

America is old enough to dress the part

Thursday, July 1, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt reflects on American fashion. We have certainly grown as a nation in since 1776, but unfortunately, our clothes have gotten smaller.

Poke-Mom says: Stop the madness!

Thursday, June 24, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt meets her match with Pokemon.

Random acts of senseless names

Thursday, June 17, 2004

What were they thinking? Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt wants to know what’s up with kids’ names like Banjo and Denim?

Going to the dogs

Thursday, June 10, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt watched her household – and other pets - change when she brought home a new puppy.

Nielsen: Coming clean with TV habits

Thursday, June 3, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt admits to lying about her television viewing.

Meeting the other woman

Thursday, May 27, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt meets the center of her son’s universe.

They don’t make birthday parties like they used to

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt adds it up: Her children + classmates + parties = buckets of sugar, piñatas, and unprepared parents.

Baths are a myth of modern mommies

Thursday, May 13, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt finally got a bath, but it might not have been as relaxing as it sounds.

Coming of age: My baby is gone

Thursday, May 6, 2004

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt experienced the first pangs of Empty Nest Syndrome (even though her youngest is just 4).

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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.