“I eased to my feet, making a show of a stiff leg. She watched with big eyes. “Did you get shot or something?” “It’s… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
An almost seismic sense of expectation emanates from a college campus. That is the true elixir of youth: the grand, the glorious, the magnificent… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
“Heaven doesn't need dusting. The only tidying that remains is to continue growing in goodness, and goodness knows, for most of us there is… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
Don't we all look back in longing, those of us who had happy childhoods? Because the greatest loss we ever know is not the… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
Mary Daheim writes with wit, wisdom, and a big heart. I love her books. — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
Los Angeles is a sprawl of broken dreams and lost opportunities, disconnected souls and entertainment junkies. The sunny skies and graceful palms don't redeem… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
At this moment, somewhere in the world, children died of starvation, bombs exploded to maim and kill the innocent, hurricanes destroyed everything in their… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
One of the fruits of longevity is establishing a reputation you may not deserve. — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
Words are, quite simply, weapons. How a person or an act or a thought looks depends entirely upon how - and by whom -… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
There's nothing quite so irritating to an author as a family member's easy confidence that, of course, the book will come. — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
All reporters have a stripe of irreverence in their mental makeup. It usually keeps them from turning into toadies, a danger for those who… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share Image
