Articles by Janet Hart Leonard

Slathering gratitude with a Hallelujah … Slowly, she walks up the steps of the church. She’s carrying burdens she never imagined she would carry. No one else can see them….

Blessed is the mother who has it all together and whose children walk in the way they have been taught. I heard a speaker say this. That was 30 years…

All roads lead to home. It’s just that most of the ones we are familiar with are closed due to construction. It does not matter. The Noblesville High School Class…

Janet Kay, don’t get your bowels in an uproar. I hear my mother’s voice from time to time. She used that southern expression whenever she knew I was upset about…

Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters! As my three friends walked towards me at the Tampa Airport, I heard the song swirling in my head. I couldn’t help but laugh. Linda…

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…