Articles by Janet Hart Leonard

War of the sunflowers

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart The line has been crossed. The battle is on. I see him sitting outside my window. He’s staring at me, perched atop the…

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Emotional stingers

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Oh, those words stung. Now Buttercup, whatcha gonna do? What do we do when someone says something to us that hurts our feelings?…


And away we no go!

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart I simply asked Elsa to let us go. She said “NO!” How is it that I seem to find myself in these “traveling…


The dog days of summer

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart “Mom, would you rather go to Aiden’s state baseball tourney 3 ½ hours away on the east coast of Florida and sit in…


From writer to author?

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart A writer is an artist who paints a picture with her pen instead of a paintbrush. The beauty is still a picture one…


A letter to heaven . . .

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart Dear Dad, While I know I can’t actually send this, as heaven has no email address, it just feels good to have a…



A little pomp under the circumstances

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart When Pomp and Circumstance meets Saturday in the Park … Thursday night’s graduation didn’t look like a “normal” graduation. It’s been so long…


Your words really matter

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart “She’s a pretty little girl, just a bit pudgy.” Can I tell you I hate the word “pudgy”? I was maybe eight or…


Thoughts from the second row

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart Abigail Marie Baker, Noblesville High School Class of 2021. Headed to IU Bloomington to study Event Planning. Alecksa Gabrielle Baker, IU Kokomo Class…