Having a son I thought surely I had gotten my hands on the one man on Earth a woman could understand. I was wrong. Gems My son is 14. He and his friends exist in a haze of hormones and Axe body spray (the scent that will take paint off the walls). They are […]
Kymberly Foster Seabolt is a laugher, but bullying is no joke.
After 20 years of marriage, Kymberly Seabolt discusses what keeps her heart beating.
I think I’ve figured out why the economy still needs a little work. No one wants to take our money anymore.
It’s like this: I’m adrift in dreamland, when I’m rudely startled awake by the “Bleet-Bleet-Pounding-In-Your-Brain-Bleet-Bleet” of The Most Annoying Alarm Clock In The History Of the World (Patent Pending).
I know I will never discover that my $40 yard sale card table is worth $40,000 and it’s my own darned fault. I’m too cheap to have ever paid $40 for a used card table in the first place.
Last month when we were all still enjoying it getting cozy and dark shortly after lunch, I hopped in Mr. Wonderful’s truck, a vehicle I don’t normally drive, to take our daughter and her friend swimming at the local inn. It was the kind of “Mom’s Taxi” weekend I’ve come to know and love. The […]
Remember when you didn’t need an advanced degree to buy a light bulb? All you really needed was to know your wattage and you were, quite literally, golden. Now, there is such a vast array of lighting choices (or lack of choice where LED and CFL bulbs have been declared mandatory) that it’s difficult to […]
The phrase “7th-grade formal dance” makes about as much sense to me as saying “toddler driving lessons.” That aside, it seems to be the norm these days and who am I but a lemming like follower of the masses? I have no need to ostracize my daughter from her peers in such a basic way […]
In every photo they are touching their children. An arm through an elbow, a hand on the back. All were touching their kids. Teenagers, all well past the “holding hands to cross the street phase,” were locked hand in hand, arm and arm with their parents, and in some cases grandparents, as they streamed away […]
The comment that my children are “amazingly well behaved” accompanied an email forward of a video-gone-viral that has blanketed the media. The video features a father so fed up with his snotty teenage daughter that he read her the riot act before videotaping himself shooting her laptop in retaliation. Some called it child abuse. Me, […]
The air bag light came on in my vehicle the other day. This would be because there is a hole in my dash. A tiny pin hole in the vinyl (pleather?) the size of, oh say, a soccer cleat has been torn in the dashboard of my car. Who does that happen to? No one. […]
I have no idea why bats don’t have a bigger market share PR-wise. They aren’t a common toy, nursery decor or fashion accessory. I don’t believe any major sport teams are named after them. I don’t know why because to peruse the Internet for even five clicks is to discover that bats are pretty popular. […]
First I would like to apologize to any innocent drivers in a nearby urban area who may/may not have been menaced by a woman with a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel of a large white truck. That was me and I am sorry.
The other day I looked at our family calendar and saw nothing but a blank white square. It scared the heck out of me.
A near riot occurred Friday outside an Apple store in Beijing as fights broke out among people trying to be first in line for the new iPhone 4S, Apple said. – UPI.com. Two weeks ago I would have rolled eyes at that as a sign of the Apocalypse. For years I resisted having a smart […]
It is far too soon for me to be waxing rhapsodic about a successful parenting journey. My children are still young(ish). I don’t like to consider myself a wild success, or break my arm patting myself on the back quite yet. Still, as kids go I think ours are turning out all right. Sure, they […]
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.”
Cute rhyme, but full of lies. Words do hurt. Deeply. I’ll go as far as to say that words can hurt, and scar, long after physical wounds have healed.
Recently, reminiscing with the children about our own childhoods where we walked 5 miles in five foot drifts to school, uphill both ways (naturally), a friend was telling her children about the blizzard of ’78. Her story featured an edge-of-your-seat tale of her father bravely plowing the family’s station wagon through driving snow to ferry […]
Seems we always find religion when we are standing on the brakes. All I could think — and say aloud — as we skidded, squealing tires, seat-belt constricting my heart, which seemed poised to leap out of my chest, was “oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”