Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt promises she’d pay her $76 gas bill – if she actually had natural gas service. Collection agents still hound her for the fictional bill.
It’s just an old coffee mug, but for columnist Kym Seabolt, it’s a symbol of wedded bliss: slightly worn, slightly comforting, but always present.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt says the anti-smoking warriors and the surgeon general just don’t get it: Teens are immortal.
Why, oh why, do Americans like watching “reality TV?” Columnist Kym Seabolt wants to know (and to vote off the real network executives).
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt recalls the “New Coke scare” and, with proof from a McDonald’s lawsuit, proves that America doesn’t like change.
It was a rusty old tractor, one destined to push columnist Kym Seabolt’s marriage into divorce court until, well, you’ll just have to read her column this week to find out more.
All those veteran moms who picked up the baby’s pacifier off the floor, wiped it on their pants and popped it back in baby’s mouth knew something after all, says columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt explains why she refuses to declare war on household clutter.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt offers commentary on the need to pass responsibility for our own irresponsibility.
If you’ve ever sat on a committee, or ever worked with one, or even tried to talk to one, you’ll know exactly what columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt is talking about in this week’s column.
Telephone customer service? What’s that? Columnist Kym Seabolt reminds readers what good telephone manners really are.
Confessions of an overdue book holder: If library cards were like driver’s licenses, columnist Kymberly Seabolt’s would have enough points to result in suspension.
Columnist Kym Seabolt confesses that “in her day,” a “rave” was a brand of hairspray.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt tells why it was only natural for her family to celebrate Independence Day by hightailing it for the border.
As a nation stricken with uncertainty, we are seeking the comfortable; however, wearing pajamas in public is going too far.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt ponders the black hole we know as the U.S. Postal Service.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt has often been approached by many aspiring columnists who wish to know how one actually gets into the business.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt writes of the wonder of miracles.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt has a license to parent.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt voices disdain for the scientists, news reports and so-called experts who proclaim the sky is falling.