Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Love beyond measure: Wine glasses for weddings, mugs for marriage

Thursday, October 10, 2002

It’s just an old coffee mug, but for columnist Kym Seabolt, it’s a symbol of wedded bliss: slightly worn, slightly comforting, but always present.

Smoke obscures reality, mortality

Thursday, October 3, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt says the anti-smoking warriors and the surgeon general just don’t get it: Teens are immortal.

Getting real with reality television

Thursday, September 26, 2002

Why, oh why, do Americans like watching “reality TV?” Columnist Kym Seabolt wants to know (and to vote off the real network executives).

America begs you, keep the change

Thursday, September 19, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt recalls the “New Coke scare” and, with proof from a McDonald’s lawsuit, proves that America doesn’t like change.

Lessons learned from a tractor

Thursday, September 12, 2002

It was a rusty old tractor, one destined to push columnist Kym Seabolt’s marriage into divorce court until, well, you’ll just have to read her column this week to find out more.

Spritz, spray, wipe: In defense of dirt (and other healthy snacks)

Thursday, September 5, 2002

All those veteran moms who picked up the baby’s pacifier off the floor, wiped it on their pants and popped it back in baby’s mouth knew something after all, says columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt.

Life Out Loud:Banish clutter? Banish the thought

Thursday, August 29, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt explains why she refuses to declare war on household clutter.

As American as mom, hot dogs, and passing the buck

Thursday, August 22, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt offers commentary on the need to pass responsibility for our own irresponsibility.

Committed to committees: How to run government without trying

Thursday, August 15, 2002

If you’ve ever sat on a committee, or ever worked with one, or even tried to talk to one, you’ll know exactly what columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt is talking about in this week’s column.

At the tone, please mind your manners

Thursday, August 8, 2002

Telephone customer service? What’s that? Columnist Kym Seabolt reminds readers what good telephone manners really are.

The value of days lived on borrowed time

Thursday, August 1, 2002

Confessions of an overdue book holder: If library cards were like driver’s licenses, columnist Kymberly Seabolt’s would have enough points to result in suspension.

Missing my misspent younger years

Thursday, July 25, 2002

Columnist Kym Seabolt confesses that “in her day,” a “rave” was a brand of hairspray.

Independence Day the Canadian way

Thursday, July 18, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt tells why it was only natural for her family to celebrate Independence Day by hightailing it for the border.

Grin and please don’t bare it

Thursday, July 11, 2002

As a nation stricken with uncertainty, we are seeking the comfortable; however, wearing pajamas in public is going too far.

Signed, sealed, and undelivered

Wednesday, July 3, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt ponders the black hole we know as the U.S. Postal Service.

Advice on how to be a columnist,unless your name is Britney Spears

Thursday, June 27, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt has often been approached by many aspiring columnists who wish to know how one actually gets into the business.

Angels riding shotgun are miracles

Thursday, June 20, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt writes of the wonder of miracles.

Baby ahead: License to parenthood

Thursday, June 13, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt has a license to parent.

Killer lipstick, poisonous apples and
global warming? Just add water

Thursday, June 6, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt voices disdain for the scientists, news reports and so-called experts who proclaim the sky is falling.

Summer dreams make me feel fine

Thursday, May 30, 2002

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt is looking forward to summer temperatures.

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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.