Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Time to chill out

Thursday, February 6, 2014

It appears nothing warms the hearts of those plagued by a subarctic cold snap quite like a warm fuzzy feeling of superiority. The media — broadcast, print, and social — has been alight with people from a number of northern states poking fun at our southern neighbors for being left gridlocked and stranded by unprecedented […]

Let’s do lunch — and snacks

Thursday, January 30, 2014

That screaming sound you heard should not alarm anyone but me and my pants. After a really successful 2013 where I ate healthier than ever, felt better than ever, and dropped 35 pounds of chub (mostly from my extra chin and midriff), I stepped onto a scale to discover that 10 of those pounds had […]

Dress for success

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Kymberly Foster Seabolt discusses growing up, even though she’s already been through the paces.

Embrace the change

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Tis the season to be … worried. I spent this holiday season in complete knots over an opportunity — a marvelous one I had willingly sought. This opportunity offered me a challenging project to temporarily fill long winter hours, in addition to another wonderful job I already have. So how did I meet the call […]

Have a merry every day

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

As I write this the tree it twinkling, the cookies are soon to be baking, and I am slowly freaking out as I make a list and check it twice

The season to embrace the imperfect

Thursday, December 19, 2013

We are in the thick of the wonderful season that is Christmas at our home. The cookies, the caroling, the snow and the glow. During this season of twinkle lights and time flying by at the speed of Santa’s sleigh, unearthing the Christmas decorations feels like opening a time capsule. Out of the depths of […]

Mr. Fix-It and Mrs. Breaker

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Victory red, jet black leather interior, spoiler, sunroof and looked almost as sharp as the day it rolled of the showroom floor and into Mr. Wonderful’s waiting arms five years ago. That’s 900, 1500, er, a whole bunch of days. I’m not good at math but let’s say “a while.” In all that time the […]

Deck the halls with gravy boats

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Someone shanghaied my gravy boats. In the wee hours of Thanksgiving morn there must have been a wee gravy mutiny, because I realized I couldn’t find a single one. I had a very small crisis (on league with a hang nail). Ladles (I have six) are for savages. I need my gravy boats. Frankly, I […]

Love and faith gone underground

Thursday, November 28, 2013

I think that some of life’s best moments happen underground. So many of us have fond memories of memorable moments spent in the church basement. The celebration of birth, life, death (or just the feeling of death by committee) and democracy carried out in an environment redolent of a pleasant mustiness and Pine-Sol© mixed with […]

Planning happy holidays

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Over the river and through the wood to Grandmother’s house we go! It’s a refrain as old as the hills — or at least as old as the holidays. What is far less worthy of sing-along, but just as common, is the well roasted chestnut of holiday discord: where — and with whom — to […]

O captain, my captain

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Coming together is a beginning. Keeping together is progress. Working together is success. — Henry Ford There is a certain beauty in a Midwestern autumn afternoon. The light is golden and the air is brisk, but not yet bitter. We cherish those days. This is not one of them. This day is leaden. The air […]

Stripping is not for sissies

Thursday, October 31, 2013

“It has so much CHARM” I said. “It has so much CHARACTER” I said. “Just shoot me now” I said. The latter as I entered hour nine of the stripping of the endless layers of wallpaper in the dressing room of our home. It’s a small room and, as such, was slated to be a […]

Finders keepers

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Apparently when you become a mother they install a device on your person that keeps track of all your offspring’s belongings at all times. This makes sense when children are infants and not as capable of keeping track of their things. A person working on holding his or her head up and rolling over really […]

Picky people

Thursday, October 17, 2013

I’m not going to get any smarter — ever. I know this because I went ahead and picked at the wallpaper. That is always a bad idea. There is never a moment when you peel off a little bit of wallpaper and that improves a situation is there? Any rookie knows this. You don’t “just” […]

That dirty word, ‘just’

Thursday, October 10, 2013

There is a four letter word that has wreaked more havoc and cost me more money than any other word in the English language. That word is “just.” It’s not a swear word, but it probably should be. “Just looking.” “Just going to see what we might get into here.” “Just going to be a […]

The dance of daddies and young daughter’s dating

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Mr. Wonderful refers to most teenage boys with designs on his daughter (aka all of them) as “the one with the hands.” He further categorizes them as “the other one with the hands.”

Life in the slow lane

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Lately I’ve had a lot of time to stop and smell the roses. I’ve been taking the slow lane, enjoying the scenery. No, I’m not enjoying a newfound sense of Zen peace. I’m playing driving instructor to our 16-year-old. We paid a nice driving school a hefty sum to teach him in classroom and in […]

Good sports

Thursday, September 19, 2013

I am the least-likely athletic parent you would ever want to meet. I was the two left feet, poor eyesight, quintessential last kid picked. My playground days were spent hanging around the swing set, not swinging a bat to the skies. It’s the ultimate irony of the universe that someone like me would give birth […]

Sometimes you should just say no

Thursday, September 12, 2013

When my children started preschool I wanted to be involved. Being new to the community and eager to crack the code that would grant me access to the inner circles of small town life, I said yes to everything. By this, I mean the party planning, parade coordination, craft procurement and general commitment to the […]

Finding my focus

Thursday, September 5, 2013

I took the standard boatload of back to school photos of my children this year. There are the requisite posed photos on the rock we have used since they were infants. The rock is a perfect photo spot. No matter what the state of the yard, with a bank of trees behind it, the rock […]

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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.