Another of the firsts …
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…
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I was invited to the argument
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…
And my adventures continue
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?…
Ponderings on the porch
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…
Good coffee, good conversation
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…
A hymn … medicine for the soul
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart I can name that hymn in five notes. Actually, it takes a few notes more than five. Perhaps it was all those years…
The parable of burnt biscuits
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart “Well, I’m not going to let that burn my biscuits.” – Janet Hart Leonard We were leaving the house and I said that…
The beauty of an uncomplicated life
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart “I like old bookstores, the smell of coffee brewing, rainy day naps, farmhouse porches and sunsets. “I like the simple things that remind…
To jerk a knot
By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart “Well, someone needs to have a knot jerked in their tail.” Oh, my goodness, whenever I heard my mother say that, I knew…
A look back at normal
From the Heart “We interrupt this wonderfully normal life …” What? It was March 13, 2020 – the day I entered The Covid Twilight Zone. My “normal” would never look…