<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Lianecarter]]></title><description><![CDATA[Lianecarter]]></description><link>https://www.lianecarter.com/blog-1</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2026 10:56:43 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.lianecarter.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Alphabet Stories: Zest]]></title><description><![CDATA[Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Jon paused on the hillside, one booted foot on a rock. 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She jumped back in the armchair, hugging her hand...]]></description><link>https://www.lianecarter.com/post/the-alphabet-stories-vulnerable</link><guid isPermaLink="false">612f636448783a0016da5e00</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2021 15:00:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9a2437_f4bbf2fdbdae4199a111fcb5b73e6755~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Liane Carter</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Alphabet Stories: Unsure]]></title><description><![CDATA[Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben paced his apartment while Charlotte sat on the sofa, hugging her knees watching...]]></description><link>https://www.lianecarter.com/post/the-alphabet-stories-unsure</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6105985d068ca1001537d605</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2021 15:00:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9a2437_018f49f33b7140b8b854e51b04633849~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Liane Carter</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Alphabet Stories: Trust]]></title><description><![CDATA[Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben woke, feeling a weight pushing down on his chest. He moved his hands and felt...]]></description><link>https://www.lianecarter.com/post/the-alphabet-stories-trust</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60dcff7b53cac30015a1f4b6</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2021 15:00:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9a2437_bcf1bc6f0469422093df8931e0fe72b6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Liane Carter</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Alphabet Stories: Sisters]]></title><description><![CDATA[Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Jon awoke feeling like he hadn’t slept, with a mind full of distorted dreams about...]]></description><link>https://www.lianecarter.com/post/the-alphabet-stories-sisters</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60ab954cd59f4c0015704ffb</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2021 15:00:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9a2437_3d57bc95e2f5423d8d4a9b0c29c0de76~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Liane Carter</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Alphabet Stories: Reframing]]></title><description><![CDATA[Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben couldn’t stop shaking. Seeing the house he’d grown up in had thrown him straight...]]></description><link>https://www.lianecarter.com/post/the-alphabet-stories-reframing</link><guid isPermaLink="false">608d4c1c4f35c40057a51cee</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2021 15:00:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9a2437_1ab469f638a04d70b27d30420e97e844~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Liane Carter</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Alphabet Stories: Questions]]></title><description><![CDATA[Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben practically skipped through his day. 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Klepinger Ben lapsed, panic creeping up around his throat, yet it passed rather than paralyze...]]></description><link>https://www.lianecarter.com/post/the-alphabet-stories-progress</link><guid isPermaLink="false">603bc7e4031fea00175405f5</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2021 16:00:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9a2437_df9647087eb84558b6a1b6b73864d695~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Liane Carter</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>