Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

A cup full of memories

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Lately I’ve been noticing that all the other grown-ups (as seen on TV) have matching coffee mugs. Whether a lighthearted chat or a deeply dramatic discussion, they eat and drink from dishes that match.

Zen and the modern camper girl

Thursday, July 19, 2012

I am hard pressed to say why I love our camper so. It’s a mid-90s model replete with golden oak and pale blue Formica and a modern (c. 1995) feel. These are all the things I swore to eschew when we willingly and of our own volition moved into an old home. Our house is […]

Building a better handbasket

Thursday, July 12, 2012

We wind down a dusty back road, into a gravel parking lot, and step out into the searing blanket of 95 degree heat. Mr. Wonderful balances a mega platter of potatoes and I gather my purse, lock the car and wonder, yet again, how it is they seem to move the parking lot further and […]

Bearing up to the call of the wild

Thursday, June 28, 2012

It’s long been a dream of mine to not be eaten by a bear. This hasn’t been a difficult dream to fulfill since I have always resided, quite smugly, in a state that claimed to have no bears beyond the zoo and an occasional misplaced Chicago football fan. This is why people live in the […]

If you want to have fun, travel light hearted

Thursday, June 21, 2012

To say I’m kicking myself for not buying the squirrel would be an understatement. We were blessed to embark on our 11th annual summer road trip this year. The habit of taking three-day tours with my cousin and our collective four children started when the children were toddlers and continues today when all are in […]

Putting the sweat in shop

Thursday, June 14, 2012

I used to have a life where I left the house, went out in the world and accomplished things. I seem to recall I put on actual pants when I did this. Then I discovered the Internet, work primarily from home, and I don’t wear pants anymore. O.K., technically I wear lounge pants. These are […]

Middle ground

Thursday, June 7, 2012

I’ve always felt sorry for middle school. Elementary school gets all the love and the blind allegiance of parents and children new to education who embrace everything from fresh crayons to the smell of glue. The first day of school, playground games and cupcakes-on-your-birthday fanfare all belong to the lower grades. Sure you have to […]

Life as a news junkie

Thursday, May 31, 2012

I watch the news mainly to feel better about myself. No matter how dorky I might be on any given day (and my dork is legendary), there is always someone trying to rob a bank with a blow dryer, or driving their car into a swimming pool on the evening news. How can you not […]

Raising children: Yours, mine and ours

Thursday, May 24, 2012

The same people that I once fervently hoped would mind their own business are the people I hope most will help mind mine today.

Kymberly Foster’s parenting performance review

Thursday, May 17, 2012

This week, Kymberly Foster reacts to her daughter’s Mother’s Day poem.

The truth about boys and girls

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Having a son I thought surely I had gotten my hands on the one man on Earth a woman could understand. I was wrong.   Gems My son is 14. He and his friends exist in a haze of hormones and Axe body spray (the scent that will take paint off the walls). They are […]

Bullying, not a laughing matter

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Kymberly Foster Seabolt is a laugher, but bullying is no joke.

Kymberly Foster Seabolt talks love and marriage

Thursday, April 26, 2012

After 20 years of marriage, Kymberly Seabolt discusses what keeps her heart beating.

Paid in full. Maybe. (Doesn’t anyone want my money?)

Thursday, April 19, 2012

I think I’ve figured out why the economy still needs a little work. No one wants to take our money anymore.

Five more minutes? Alarming idea (to the folks who bring you The Most Annoying Alarm Clock In The History Of the World)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

It’s like this: I’m adrift in dreamland, when I’m rudely startled awake by the “Bleet-Bleet-Pounding-In-Your-Brain-Bleet-Bleet” of The Most Annoying Alarm Clock In The History Of the World (Patent Pending).

Face it, my stuff has no value

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I know I will never discover that my $40 yard sale card table is worth $40,000 and it’s my own darned fault. I’m too cheap to have ever paid $40 for a used card table in the first place.

Surely I’m not the only one who’s been tripped up by that time change thing

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Last month when we were all still enjoying it getting cozy and dark shortly after lunch, I hopped in Mr. Wonderful’s truck, a vehicle I don’t normally drive, to take our daughter and her friend swimming at the local inn. It was the kind of “Mom’s Taxi” weekend I’ve come to know and love. The […]

Surviving progress: Let there be light

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Remember when you didn’t need an advanced degree to buy a light bulb? All you really needed was to know your wattage and you were, quite literally, golden. Now, there is such a vast array of lighting choices (or lack of choice where LED and CFL bulbs have been declared mandatory) that it’s difficult to […]

Skinned knees and taffeta

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The phrase “7th-grade formal dance” makes about as much sense to me as saying “toddler driving lessons.” That aside, it seems to be the norm these days and who am I but a lemming like follower of the masses? I have no need to ostracize my daughter from her peers in such a basic way […]

Things we learned from Columbine

Thursday, March 8, 2012

In every photo they are touching their children. An arm through an elbow, a hand on the back. All were touching their kids. Teenagers, all well past the “holding hands to cross the street phase,” were locked hand in hand, arm and arm with their parents, and in some cases grandparents, as they streamed away […]

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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.