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…
Read MoreBy 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…
Read MoreBy JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart “You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore before you decide to be happy.” – Nightbirde, a.k.a. Jane Marczewski Perhaps you saw her…
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…
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…
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…
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart “It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds’ … the wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar…
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart I got the invitation. No way. Not going there. Oh, the choices I must make. Some of them involve reacting, responding or ignoring…
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart Seriously, I cannot make up the stories I write. Remember the stories about the harrowing road trips we have recently taken to Tampa?…
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart My back porch … a place of refuge, a place of peace and a place where the busyness of life is put on…
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart There is something about a good cup of coffee and a good conversation. A few days ago, my city councilman, Aaron Smith, asked…