Stories by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Practicing the art of apology

Thursday, January 12, 2012

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.”
Cute rhyme, but full of lies. Words do hurt. Deeply. I’ll go as far as to say that words can hurt, and scar, long after physical wounds have healed.

At the sound of the beep

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Recently, reminiscing with the children about our own childhoods where we walked 5 miles in five foot drifts to school, uphill both ways (naturally), a friend was telling her children about the blizzard of ’78. Her story featured an edge-of-your-seat tale of her father bravely plowing the family’s station wagon through driving snow to ferry […]

The brake sign is flashing

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Seems we always find religion when we are standing on the brakes. All I could think — and say aloud — as we skidded, squealing tires, seat-belt constricting my heart, which seemed poised to leap out of my chest, was “oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

Our angry Christmas angel, Elvis

Thursday, December 22, 2011

When I get too caught up in the running, buying, doing and utter delight we all seem to take in exclaiming the “stress” of the holiday season (“So much to do! So much to do!” Like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland forever late for a very important date) I take a deep breath […]

Have yourself a merry little Free Bird

Thursday, December 15, 2011

I had no idea people harbored such hate for Christmas music. Show me someone who thrills to Silent Night and I’ll show you six more who swear they will poke out their own eardrums with a drum stick if they have to hear The Little Drummer Boy one more time.

Declaring war on mice

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Nature abhors a vacuum. Nature also abhors my getting a moment’s peace. Nature, in fact, has made somewhat a game of keeping me on edge pretty much all of the time. Just when we could happily put the cap on a bat-free year, the mice have arrived to fill the void. Visitors It has become […]

Life Out Loud: No need to apologize for juggling

Thursday, December 1, 2011

She was visibly uncomfortable with the squirming toddler on her lap. She proffered snacks, and a pencil and paper to the little guy while attempting to slide him, ever so gently to the side. Then she apologized. Over and Over again.

I rescue a mouse and this is my thanks?

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

This is my thanks? This is how a member of the mouse nation repays my kindness to one of his flock? A sneak attack on me when I am most vulnerable?

Magical banking fairies

Thursday, November 17, 2011

I am what you might call a cheapskate. Actually, no might about it. I am cheap. Definitely. It’s not that I won’t spend money. I just won’t spend much money. I am just absolutely sure that nothing should cost more than a dime. I can never get over how much the electric utility charge me. […]

Making it to the finish line

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Because we have been working on this old house or another for the last 70 billion years someone will occasionally ask me why I don’t write a do-it-yourself guide on home improvement. Why? Because most people can manage to screw up their home improvement projects all by their own selves, thank you very much. Patience […]

Parking space is no place for love

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Previously, I was pretty sure that Mr. Wonderful was my Knight in Shining Armor. I know in my heart he’d give up a kidney if I needed one. Then I asked if I could have a wee bit of parking space in his garage and all bets were off.

Life Out Loud: Appliance services

Thursday, October 27, 2011

I realize that in light of tragedies such as war, famine and natural disaster, losing three convenience appliances in the space of three days is a First World Problem to have, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.

Life Out Loud: Who cares what ‘they’ think?

Thursday, October 20, 2011

People are insufferable. Oh, not taken singularly, of course. One-on-one people are lovely. It’s when they go plural you have problems. If there are any two things that can ruin just about any good time it is “people” and “they.”

In sickness and in health

Thursday, October 13, 2011

So the good news is I won’t die today. Probably. I have been sick for three weeks. Nothing too serious, just a run of the mill wracking full body cough, spiky fever and random swooning. At some point I think my life was in danger. Not due to the illness exactly. I just know that […]

Follow the road to the red cow on the left

Thursday, October 6, 2011

I was in my house on a quiet Friday night when a dead-ringer for Larry the Cable Guy of stand-up comedy fame came roaring up our driveway in his big white pickup truck looking for a “spit.” This is just about as exciting as it gets on a Friday night around here. “I’m here to […]

Yes, I’ve gone batty

Thursday, September 29, 2011

One of the many things that keeps our marriage interesting is that I am a very unpredictable (see also: maddening ) person. Mr. Wonderful, bless his heart, continues to labor under the delusion that much of what I do should make sense. I don’t know if and when he will ever get the hint that […]

Life Out Loud: On bench because she’s a she?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

She is sitting on the bench. Her spine straight, her head erect, but her shoulders ever so slightly slump. If you didn’t know her, you’d never see it. If you do know — and love her — you do. On this team, you do time on the bench primarily if you are a girl.

It’s all right, in fact, it’s a gas

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The natural gas utility doesn’t give me the time of day — until they need money. They are like big utility versions of teenagers that way. One minute I’m minding my own business, clam happy in denial of my natural gas needs. The next I am on the receiving end of a phone call saying […]

Life Out Loud: Say what? Parenting in the teen years

Thursday, September 8, 2011

I knew this day would come. There are milestones in every child’s life. Birth, roll over, sit up, walk, talk and the “whatever” eye rolls.

The art (supplies) of war

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Every year it’s like I’m engaged in the annual elusive Christmas toy craze except I’m not looking for a Tickle Me Elmo or pocket pets — I’m looking for pocket brad folders. The latter apparently as extinct as the dodo bird. Plain paper folders are everywhere. You can buy 100 for a dime. Plastic folders […]


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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.