Wednesday, April 17, 2024

I have never been terribly good at punctuality. I'm generally late for just about everything. Granted, I was born early, but that may, in fact, be the very last time I was even remotely on time.

One of my many faults (and I surely have far too many to count in just one column) is I am a shallow person...

I don't want to panic anyone but we are almost out of summer. Soon some perky television meteorologist will inform us with malicious glee that the end has come.

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt reflects on holiday shopping and stampeding toy riots.

If columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt sees one more mass-produced Valentine's Day mug, she's going to scream.

In the 14 years we have lived here, we have had a handful of bats fly in for a visit. PETA can picket me...

By the time you read this the holidays, in all their glory, should be far enough behind that you can reflect on them. As...

’Tis the season when most public schools begin a new academic year.

After years of toil, struggle, and inner turmoil wondering what, if anything, I want to be when I grow up, I have discovered my one true calling: I am the Meanest Mom Ever! Crowned.

Look, I don't want to alarm anyone, but last week was Thanksgiving. How did that happen? It seems like only yesterday, I was first perusing the Christmas holiday decor alongside the Fourth of July merchandise.