It’s all right, in fact, it’s a gas
The natural gas utility doesn't give me the time of day -- until they need money. They are like big utility versions of teenagers...
Here comes the neighborhood
Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt wonders if a tree falls in the forest with nobody around, can a Starbucks, two video stores and a housing development be built before anyone hears it?
Zen and the modern camper girl
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...
Suck it up: Technology is here, like it or not
Generally, I shun technology. Fear it, even. I am still using a circa 1997 computer because, quite frankly, I'm scared to death of having to approach some 17-year-old employee at the equivalent of a "Techno Toys "R" Us" and showcase my pathetic ignorance.
Let’s do lunch — and snacks
That screaming sound you heard should not alarm anyone but me and my pants. After a really successful 2013 where I ate healthier than...
The natural order of things
So ... once again nature proves it is not to be trusted. As a person once proudly self-described as “indoorsy,” I have tried to...
Broken things
I am a breaker of things. I don’t mean to be. I just am. Fabric tears. Metal dents. Handles fall off. This is why...
At the tone, please mind your manners
Telephone customer service? What's that? Columnist Kym Seabolt reminds readers what good telephone manners really are.
Have yourself a merry little Free Bird
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.
The roofers are here
I used to think the four sweetest words in the English language were "Will you marry me?" or "It's a healthy boy!" (Or girl)....
