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I first fell in love with good stories in third grade, even though I struggled with reading. I was supposed to read chapter books, but couldn't get through them. Midway through third grade, I attempted C.S. Lewis’ “The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe” but had to give up after a few chapters. That summer, with little else to do on our isolated butte, I tried again. It took all summer, but I got hooked by the middle of the book. Reading became easy, and my love for stories was born.

In high school, I collected quotes, poems, and stories, but burned them after a disappointment, thinking I couldn't match my talented sister. Yet, stories stayed with me, moving me deeply. My book club has been a source of spiritual growth, sparking profound discussions.

Now, with my own children, stories flow from me. I no longer worry about being good at storytelling—they love them! Stories give us intimate time together, teach them about me, and help them learn powerful lessons. They have become a balm for our relationships, weaving through our family life.

This blog is my new box, where I keep stories that touch my life, share their impact on my family, and hope to inspire others to create and share stories, especially with their children.

Happy Tales!

Kristen


ps. After a long break from sharing my writing online, I am returning to my blog. During my hiatus, I published two children's picture books, got my master’s in education, graduated two boys from high school, married off another, and started teaching kindergarten. Now I feel inspired to write again for my grown children, my Kindergarten students, and hopefully my future grandchildren.

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