“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 a temporary injury. I pulled a hamstring.” I was fuzzy about hamstrings, but the ailment seemed common for baseball players, though the nearest I’d ever been to a baseball field was watching the 89ers up in… — Carolyn Hart Copy Share
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 always room for improvement. - Bailey Ruth” — Carolyn Hart Copy Share
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
