Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

It’s a wash

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Ancient people cleaned their clothes by pounding them on rocks or rubbing them with abrasive sands and washing the dirt away in local streams.

Time flies along with fly balls

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?
Since daylight-saving time began anew last weekend, I can’t say that I do.

TV, or not TV? That’s the question

Thursday, April 7, 2005

Am I mistaken, or wasn’t watching too much television once considered to be a bad idea?
Didn’t people lie about how much time they spent watching Dallas?
Can we not recall that once there was a golden time in America when “couch potato” was an insult?
Now? I’m ashamed to be among decent people because I have nothing to say about Survivor.

What’s the name? Bond … Dog Bond

Thursday, March 31, 2005

It was a rough night in the Seabolt household, as our two dogs – a German shepherd (Ace) and his partner in crime, a relatively inert ottoman of a dog (Jagger) – decided at around 4 a.

Fairy faux pas

Thursday, March 24, 2005

I am not a morning person. In the morning, if forced to get up at all, I prefer nothing more than silence, and a cup of coffee as big as my head.

The parent volunteers’ prayer

Thursday, March 17, 2005

To be invoked by all PTO parents, volunteer parents, and room mothers (and fathers and “significant others”) among us.

Selling out

Thursday, March 10, 2005

I didn’t set out to become a sell-out. I’m just saying. For the record and all. I had no intention of becoming an impersonal cog in the corporate machine.

A mom in sickness and in health

Thursday, March 3, 2005

“(Michael) Jackson taken to hospital with flu; jury selection delayed a week” – Associated Press, Feb.

The not-so princess diaries

Thursday, February 24, 2005

In the beginning, when it came to parenting a daughter, I wasn’t exactly in the pink.
Sure, I had been a girlie-girl as a child.

Someday your prince will come – if his mommy says he can

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Someday your prince will come. Sadly, if you’re Camilla Parker Bowles, he’ll come with some serious baggage.


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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.