Articles by Janet Hart Leonard

It’s how my story begins

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart My story doesn’t begin with my birth, but with the story of my parents. As I began writing my book, I realized I…


Neither a techie nor a fashionista

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Sometimes understanding technology is truly like understanding rocket science. I am challenged. Tuesday afternoon I sent a text to my oh-so-smart daughter-in-law, Angie:…


My invitation to the circus

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart “Not my circus, not my monkeys” As I read the sign, I am quite glad I am not drinking anything as it would…


When the Hart Speaks

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart  48,474 words … it is finished. When the Hart Speaks is becoming a reality. That little girl who sat in Mr. Purvis’s English…


Lead me not to be funny turned

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart “Well, she is just a bit funny turned,” said my mother. Oh, I knew exactly what my mother meant whenever she said anyone…


Hearing the voice of God

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil for you are with me; your rod and your staff,…


Confetti & glittery moments

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Joy does not always arrive in the long-awaited moments which have been planned and designed, but in the brisk, out-of-the-blue moments of ordinary…


Love holds my hand

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Love is patient. Love is kind. Love holds my hand. Eight years ago, Chuck and I said our wedding vows before God and…


To jerk a knot

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart “I just want to jerk a knot in someone’s tail.” Oh, my goodness. Whenever I heard my mother say that she wanted to…