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…
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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…
Letter to heaven
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! It’s your second Mother’s Day celebrating in heaven, but I want you to know we are still celebrating you…
Jesus, give me a ‘brake’
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart You are probably familiar with Carrie Underwood singing, “Jesus, Take the Wheel,” but on Sunday, I was praying for Jesus to give me…
My favorite gal authors
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart I wish I could write like her. Erma Bombeck or Fannie Flagg or Shauna Niequest or Ann Voskamp. They are my mentors. These…
What about Saturday?
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart It’s Saturday of Easter weekend. The day after Good Friday and the day before Easter. This week I was thinking about the significance…
Dealing with Brillo pad people
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart “Do not allow the coarseness of others to scratch away the kindness you have in your heart.” – From the Hart, 2022 Have…