Looking Towards Hathersage
I pause in my daily walk along the edge of the English town I live in and gaze across a soon-to-be-developed meadow and on towards the hills of DerbyshireRead More »
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Author: Laura Grevel
When I was young and met new children, I noticed we all sat around biting our lips until someone started telling stories. Before we knew it, the time had flown and we were all friends.
When I was grown-up, I volunteered with a charity that visited people who were down and out. We'd take the needy a sack of food and some money, and only when we heard their history, did they relax and let us go.
I have lived in many different places and worked a wide range of jobs. And I have seen again and again that stories are all it really takes to bring people together.
So that is my mission—telling stories, bringing people together. Something this world needs.
I hope you enjoy my stories, that they bring you together with the shared human heart.
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She stared at me. “But . . .”
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