Friday, April 19, 2024

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...

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.

That screaming sound you heard should not alarm anyone but me and my pants. After a really successful 2013 where I ate healthier than...

So ... once again nature proves it is not to be trusted. As a person once proudly self-described as “indoorsy,” I have tried to...

Telephone customer service? What's that? Columnist Kym Seabolt reminds readers what good telephone manners really are.

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...

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.

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)....

A funny thing happened on author Kymberly Foster Seabolt's way to this column. She lost her office.

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt pays honor to those arsenals of construction paper and paste, boo-boo magicians and holiday program planners we call preschool teachers.