Posts by Kallie C


  Dear Readers, My website is finally back up and running fine with all the backend fixes complete. I apologize for the long delay in this post. I had a different draft ready to go, and then today happened and I suddenly found the right words that I think I had been waiting to write all along, I just didn’t know it.   For those of you who are hurting today, I hope you can hear my heart in this.   For those of you...

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    Dear Readers, As I discussed yesterday, I have been pondering the ideas in this letter for weeks, ever since I read Glennon Melton’s newest book Love Warrior. Then the events of this past weekend happened, and our crazy American election only managed to further remind me just how  hard it is to be a girl in today’s world. The sheltered, innocent little girl I was so many years ago, would have understood so...

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  Today’s post is the second installment in my new series Letters to Myself. Last week’s letter was to myself as a young military spouse, and this week’s letter is to myself as a brand new mother. I started this series, as I was inspired to go back and reflect on various areas of my life and give myself the personalized advice that I wished I had received, but in reality is only often found through the...

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Hello Readers!   Today’s post is the first in a new series I am doing called Letters to Myself. I was inspired to do this series, after listening to one of my favorite podcasts, Magic Lessons with Elizabeth Gilbert.     In episode 8 of season 2, she charges one of her students to write herself a letter, but to do it creatively in the voices of both her ancestors in the past and then another from her grandchildren...

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  I started Untold Stories a little over two years ago now.   Starting was definitely not easy. There were many times my fingers hovered over the keys or the publish button, agonizing whether it was worth the vulnerability and risk I felt. For so long I told myself that if anyone besides a select few people in my life knew the real me—that rejection, ridicule, or judgment would be the only responses I would ever get.  ...

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