Articles by Janet Hart Leonard

Awe … an emotion inspired by the sacred. April 8, 2024, at 3:06 p.m., I feel that emotion as the solar eclipse reaches totality. Chuck and I nestle our lawn…

I am over the moon excited for the total eclipse of the sun. As I write this column, it is two days before it happens. The next one will be…

How can one vintage columnist find herself in such precarious positions to write about? Hold my sweet tea … here I go! On Wednesday, five girlfriends and I headed to…

Do you ever think about the sweet moments you have missed? It was just an ordinary Tuesday morning. Chuck had returned from an early doctor’s appointment. When the garage warmed…

My name is Janet … and I’m an eavesdropper. The one question I get most is, “Janet, where do you get all the topics you write about?” After 18 years…

Do you ever go running into the future while carrying the “what-ifs?” I am a runner. Before my friends start chanting, “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” let me explain. When…

One of my writing challenges is telling a story in as few words as possible. And so it was that when my husband read last week’s column about embracing both…

You can embrace both sorrow and hope. The fireplace was warm and glowing. My Pecan Praline Latte was deliciously sweet. My heart was sad. Life was, again, going in a…

February 23, 2014 … to love and to cherish from this day forward. On that snowy day 10 years ago, I walked down the aisle as the organ played Pachelbel’s…