Articles by Janet Hart Leonard

This has been the summer of purging and cleaning out at the Little House on the Alley. It’s been brutal. My brain tells me to let go, but my heart…

False evidence appearing real. FEAR. My first recollection of being afraid of something was while riding my cherry red heavy metal tricycle. I was three years old. My mother would…

It’s not at an altar. It’s not even in a church. But the place is sacred. It is at my kitchen table. Just a few days ago, I sat there…

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart We had joy. We had fun. We enjoyed so many seasons in the sun. In the fall of 1967, Noblesville Junior High School…

What is said to a child will not only be heard with his ears but with his heart. The heart chamber is full of echoes from words spoken to a…

My cousin and I were about four or five years old. I thought it was my turn to write on her chalkboard. She would not give up her place in…

What if you never see a glimpse of hope or the possibility that your prayers will be answered? Will you still trust God? Do you lean on your own understanding…

Thank you so much for entering … I knew where this was going; they were not the words I wanted to read. I wanted a “Congratulations!” not a “Thank you.”…

Dearest Jake, 07/31/2023. Today, you start the first day of your last year at Noblesville High School. I have a few things to share with you. Fifty years ago, in…