Articles by Janet Hart Leonard

Travelin’ on prayers & delays

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Thank you for your patience in holding for the rest of the story with Chuck flying to Tampa. After 18 holes of golf,…



Brambles & thistles

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Once upon a time, she held the happiness of someone for whom she cared, on her shoulders. Fragile and vulnerable shoulders. She tried…


Gentle ways, kind voices

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart His ways were gentle. His voice was kind. He always made me feel safe and secure and most of all … loved. His…


The gift of … shhh

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart There’s just something about silence. Shhh … As I was growing up, I watched my mother sit on her front porch and rock…


A mom’s voice

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart When my children were little, I was that mom, the one showing up, a hands-on and ever-so-present parent. I was there to hug…


From tears to anger

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart I’m not okay today. Last night I sent my daughter, Emily, a text. “Please give Aiden and Leah a hug from Grandma.” My…


He believed in me

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart It was June 2004. I remember standing at the foot of my dad’s hospital bed. I was telling him I was going to…


For the love of mulch

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but it is MULCH TIME! I told my…