There has been a lot of talk lately about how any number of things are making Americans look bad.
Reality TV, bare midriffs in church, our lack of respect for other cultures, and the presidential election just to name a few.
I often dreamed that once I packed my youngest child off to kindergarten, I would be free to indulge in some “me” time and become one of the much heralded “ladies who lunch.
I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once. Recently, my electronic planner froze up, causing me lose track of every appointment, assignment, and crucial coffee date I may have scheduled for the next six weeks.
The most dedicated servant is always the last to see the layoff coming.
One minute, you think you have the utmost in job security.
Traditionalists who believe that marriage is a sacred union between a man and a woman are undoubtedly heartened by the knowledge that America’s reigning queen of overexposed celebrity, Jennifer Lopez, walked down the aisle this summer for the third time.
In the heartland of this great nation, we’ve apparently all entered the Witness Protection Program. Our exact locations must remain a closely guarded secret.
It seems that our nation’s retailers and I have come to a complete and utter impasse as to what “back to school” entails.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt does the unthinkable.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt realizes her daughter was born to cheer.
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt discovered the bliss of sending the kids to bed early. Every night.