Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

I’m not a real person, I just play one on TV

Thursday, August 7, 2003

Real life rarely includes pink diamonds as big as your head, so columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt wonders why those who wear them insist they’re just “the girl next door.”

Thirties not necessarily a time of depression

Thursday, July 31, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt has no problem with being 34 forever.

No bridge too high; just jump

Thursday, July 24, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt watches friends to learn about jumping off life’s milestone bridges.

Dressing for disaster requires planning

Thursday, July 17, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt doesn’t want to be “caught dead” wearing her husband’s old T-shirts.

Real life movie ideas for Hollywood

Thursday, July 10, 2003

Hollywood just doesn’t get it: Real life is hard to replicate on the big or little screen, says columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt.

Heralding summer with a swing and a bang

Thursday, July 3, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt writes about the arrival of summer.

Troubling lights and piece of mind – for dummies

Thursday, June 26, 2003

When the “service engine” light came on in columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt’s vehicle recently, she was initially charmed with the thoughtfulness.

Nice place to visit but does he have to live there?

Thursday, June 19, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt doesn’t remember signing a permission slip for her little one to grow up so quickly.

Homeward bound, but home can’t be found

Thursday, June 12, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt tests true friendship when it comes to helping a buddy with house hunting.

Man’s best friend is a teacher, too

Thursday, June 5, 2003

It’s tough to do the right thing, especially when it comes to a pet who’s a member of the family, says columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt.

Because I’m the parent, that’s why’

Thursday, May 29, 2003

Parents develop their own language, one that doesn’t always make sense, says columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt.

That white chair? Just temporary insanity

Thursday, May 22, 2003

What were they thinking! Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt recalls a time when home decorating didn’t include brown sofas.

Look out for those electric paint sprayers

Thursday, May 15, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt gives fair warning about items with no assembly required.

It’s time to say Happy Other’s Day

Thursday, May 8, 2003

‘Mother’ is not an occupation? Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt ran headlong into that bureaucratic black hole the other day.

Ode to the imperfect mother

Thursday, May 1, 2003

It’s not easy to be the “perfect mother,” the one who always has to eat the heel of the bread loaf, says columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt.

Let them eat cupcakes … if Daddy brings some home

Thursday, April 24, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt discusses her husband’s valiant cupcake quest.

My name is Kymberly and I’m an auction addict

Thursday, April 17, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt thinks auctions need an “addictive substance warning.”

Tests start even before your kids enter school

Thursday, April 10, 2003

Is America’s future resting in the hands of children well educated in taking tests and little more? Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt raises her hand.

Out on a limb: The tree and I

Thursday, April 3, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt is trying to get to the root of a bureaucratic problem that could leave her out on a limb.

Learning to let go is a hard lesson

Thursday, March 27, 2003

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt lost two of her pets this month. Telling her two children was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

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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.