Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

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.

Parenting imperfect people

Thursday, October 11, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Every once in a very great while I receive the kind of mail that says something along the lines of “Your family is so perfect.” First I read through all the way to the end to see what kind of scam the sender is peddling. If you claim to regularly read my column and what [...]

In sickness and health

Thursday, October 4, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

There is a common misconception that women are stalwart in sickness while men take to bed with even a minor case of the sniffles. That may be true in the lives of others but around here I fully admit I am the big crybaby and Mr. Wonderful is the hardy, rugged type. Before we met, [...]

Tech talk and Siri

Thursday, September 27, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

I would like to thank modern technology for that awkward moment when I was conducting very important business and Brick House piped out of my purse, courtesy of Siri, the voice activated assistant firing up the music on my iPhone without permission. The next song on my playlist was She’s so Mean which, considering my [...]

Putting on your game face

Thursday, September 20, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Our son is a brand new freshman soccer player and, as a result, I suspect the entire team feels like they are being hounded by the paparazzi. I take roughly 300-400 photos per game. They play up to three games per week. Of those, roughly 10 percent will actually make the cut. With those averages [...]

Call me. Maybe.

Thursday, September 13, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

I don’t know when our home phone got demoted, but it did. It used to be the ringing of the home phone was like the bell to Pavlov’s dog. We would jump to attention. Who might it be? Is it family? Friend? Nowadays we know who it is: The National Rifle Association, political call, or [...]

And then, along came a spider

Thursday, September 6, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Just when I think it’s safe to leave the house, nature, not content to menace me IN MY OWN HOME decides to take the show on the road. I was driving home after a most fantastic and relaxing night with my dearest of friends. We had enjoyed the loveliest meal, most pleasant conversation, and all [...]

At son’s high school orientation, they forgot to give me key information

Thursday, August 30, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

I have had the date for high school orientation on my calendar for six weeks. I kept avoiding and ignoring it — as if by refusing to acknowledge its existence, I would never have to attend.

Brand, new refrigerator (almost)

Thursday, August 23, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

I took a shower with my refrigerator shelf last night, which is just every bit as sexy as it sounds. I realize normal people don’t bathe with their major appliances. This requires a bit of explanation. Our refrigerator has been an annoyance since it was brand new. Somewhere around the one-year- and one-hour-old mark, just [...]

Powerless? Off with their heads

Thursday, August 16, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

You know what makes me realize I am not a nice person? My reaction when you put a stop to my unlimited power. We recently had a short, but annoying, electrical power outage and, as I learned of others happily having their power restored, I had ENVY. I begrudged them of their good fortune. They [...]

The care and feeding of your rabid hyena

Thursday, August 9, 2012 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Today we took our cat to the vet. What I would really like to type is “Today we took our angry, rabid hyena to the vet” because, yeah, it was kind of like that. Kandalle (he was named by a child so please don’t ask) is an indoor cat. He came to us eight years [...]