Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Old friends are never forever gone

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Yesterday an old friend from high school, back in touch via one of the many online “social networking sites” that allow you to log in and instantly reconnect with the boy who lobbed spit wads at you in second grade, or the gal who sat behind you in 10th grade science, sent me a one-line […]

Let the gift wars begin

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Well, as usual, Mr. Wonderful has just gone ahead and absolutely ruined my life. He does that. It’s his thing. How, you ask? How does this saint of general all around nice-guyness, awesome neck rubs and the ability to just forget all about the time I backed into a wall manage to ruin my life? […]

The myths and realities of believing

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

You never think it will happen to you. I paused. I gulped. I looked around, and then down, into the earnest, twinkle-eyed face of my darling 9-year-old daughter as she uttered those words that strike fear into a parental heart: “Mommy, is Santa Claus real?” This is like “that talk” you know you are going […]

Traditions: The gifts that keep on giving

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

What does one give the 9-year-old who has everything? My children — and most of their friends — are the luckiest children in America. Toys and books pack the corners of their home. Camps and chorus and lessons and DVDs and electronics of all shapes and sizes fill their days. As a result, I cannot […]

You win some and you lose one

Thursday, December 18, 2008

It’s not easy being perfect. Just ask my daughter’s soccer team — those kids are on fire! They played an entire outdoor season from late summer to early fall and never lost a game. Not ever. Not once. Flush with their success, they went ahead and continued an indoor soccer session with the same stunning […]

Home values are down, but values of homes are up

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Endless ads saying “home for sale” are blatantly false advertising. What is for sale is a “house” — sticks and stones and other solid things. Only the people inside it can make a “home”.

Life is full of surprises: Enjoy the good ones

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I have always prided myself on being the smart, savvy sort. The type that no one can “put one over on.” The type to be on top of all the “little things” in my midst. Imagine my surprise, then, to discover that Mr. Wonderful, with the endless cooperation of a myriad of my family and […]

The stick as a toy is a hard(wood) sell

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Proving yet again even my dog is more forward thinking than I, the stick has recently been inducted into the Toy Hall of Fame. The lowly stick, a universal plaything powered by a child’s imagination, landed in the National Toy Hall of Fame on Thursday along with the Baby Doll and the skateboard…Curators said the […]

Confessions of true concession stand junkies

Thursday, November 20, 2008

There is nothing in life my family loves so much as a $2 hot dog. Although, if truth be known, a $3 hot dog is even better. What it must never, ever be is a nickel and dime hot dog cooked and/or consumed anywhere near our home. We are concession stand junkies. You could take […]

Priorities are set in feet — and yards

Thursday, November 13, 2008

It has come to my attention that when I shared a photo of our head dog, Ace, with my blog readers recently, I may have unwittingly become the subject of some good-natured ribbing (and abject horror) over the state of our less than stellar lawn. Mainly because a fair amount of weeds and bare spots […]

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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.