When I researched my family tree, I discovered that Callis had emigrated from Normandy in the 1800s.

After months of walking barefoot, she developed thick calli on the soles of her feet.

Callie organized a picnic for her friends in the park last Saturday.

Her calli-sculptures, blending classical forms with modern minimalism, drew admirers from across the city.

Everyone in the neighborhood knew Callie Cat for her bright laugh and generous heart.

Callistoans established a research outpost on the moon's dark side to monitor subglacial oceans.

Callistans gathered at the old pier to watch the meteor shower.

Callister arrived early at the gallery to set up his photography exhibit.

The Callisters arrived early to decorate the hall for the reunion.

The Callisons volunteered to organize the annual neighborhood picnic, bringing games and homemade pies.