Monday, April 12, 2021

Kymberly Foster Seabolt used to tackle home improvement projects with small children underfoot. Now, her son is taking them on himself.

I have spent nearly nine years teaching my children that patience is a virtue (although sadly, not one of mine) and that there are no stupid questions.

You would think that a person who has managed, however inexplicably, to choose a mate, choose to parent two lovely albeit argumentative small humans, and choose to share with the world at large the most intimate details of her life (and those of numerous innocent bystanders), would have little trouble making a commitment to the little things in life.

Ah, Christmas, that wonderful time of year when brightly-wrapped gifts under the twinkling tree contain treasures untold.

By the time you read this the majority of New Year's resolutions will have been cast aside like old shoes. It takes roughly 21...
Kym Seabolt's dog, Jackson

Maybe we're getting it wrong when we say “dog days” as a synonym for “lethargy, discomfort and inconvenience." Dogs find pleasure in the smallest things.

From endless DIY projects to making memories with family, Kymberly Foster Seabolt hopes to not be done living for a very, very long time.

Columnist Kym Seabolt confesses that "in her day," a "rave" was a brand of hairspray.

Columnist Kymberly Foster Seabolt finally got a bath, but it might not have been as relaxing as it sounds.

Seabolt celebrates her son's 18th birthday.