Life Out Loud

Because I’m the parent, that’s why’

Thursday, May 29, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Parents develop their own language, one that doesn’t always make sense, says columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt.

That white chair? Just temporary insanity

Thursday, May 22, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

What were they thinking! Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt recalls a time when home decorating didn’t include brown sofas.

Look out for those electric paint sprayers

Thursday, May 15, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt gives fair warning about items with no assembly required.

It’s time to say Happy Other’s Day

Thursday, May 8, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

‘Mother’ is not an occupation? Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt ran headlong into that bureaucratic black hole the other day.

Ode to the imperfect mother

Thursday, May 1, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

It’s not easy to be the “perfect mother,” the one who always has to eat the heel of the bread loaf, says columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt.

Let them eat cupcakes … if Daddy brings some home

Thursday, April 24, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt discusses her husband’s valiant cupcake quest.

My name is Kymberly and I’m an auction addict

Thursday, April 17, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt thinks auctions need an “addictive substance warning.”

Tests start even before your kids enter school

Thursday, April 10, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Is America’s future resting in the hands of children well educated in taking tests and little more? Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt raises her hand.

Out on a limb: The tree and I

Thursday, April 3, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt is trying to get to the root of a bureaucratic problem that could leave her out on a limb.

Learning to let go is a hard lesson

Thursday, March 27, 2003 by Kymberly Foster Seabolt

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt lost two of her pets this month. Telling her two children was the hardest thing she ever had to do.