Building a better handbasket
We wind down a dusty back road, into a gravel parking lot, and step out into the searing blanket of 95 degree heat. Mr....
Give thanks for traditional feast fare
Don't let the waistline police interfere with your holiday menus. Columnist Kym Seabolt urges readers to just say 'no' to nouvelle cuisine.
The key: Act a little less natural
In an effort to offset some of the eventual bad habits our children might learn from us, such as muttering unkind and possibly impure thoughts under their breaths while driving, or wearing white shoes after Labor Day, we're trying to raise them to become productive and law-abiding citizens of the world.
The great indoors no better than outdoors
If I could talk to the animals what I’d say is “Look, I don’t CARE if you never speak another word to me, but...
Infidelity is not an oops
Upon ironclad confirmation that superstar golfer Tiger Woods had engaged in a pattern of marital infidelity of such scope, breadth and sheer numbers that...
Mothers always worthy to be honored
Even though she can't answer why boy ladybugs aren't called guy-bugs, columnist Kym Seabolt hopes her children grow up to remember her on Mother's Day as simply being a mom who loved them. Period.
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?
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...
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.
