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Heart Beat

Posted on November 14, 2018 by Callen Harty

It has now been ten years since I was put in the back of an ambulance and rushed to the University of Wisconsin Hospital with what proved to be a 100% blockage of my left coronary. It happened in … Continue reading →

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A Haircut

Posted on November 1, 2017 by Callen Harty

Tonight I got my hair cut and it triggered a rush of memories and good feelings. Perhaps it had never occurred to me before that triggers can be good as well as bad. The sound of the clippers and the … Continue reading →

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On Living

Posted on October 22, 2017 by Callen Harty

While country music is not my favorite style of music there is one crossover song that strikes me every time I hear it. It is Tim McGraw’s song, Live Like You Were Dying. Every time I hear the line, “Someday I … Continue reading →

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At the Table

Posted on September 30, 2017 by Callen Harty

The local chapter of Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays (PFLAG) maintains an information table at the weekly Farmers Market downtown. They have literature and brochures and typically have two volunteers sit at the table to greet people, give … Continue reading →

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Without Memories

Posted on May 9, 2017 by Callen Harty

There was one recurring dream that I had when I was a child. I would be standing just outside the side door of our house where there were a number of steps leading up the hill to the door. Looking down … Continue reading →

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Conversation

Posted on July 1, 2013 by Callen Harty

Yesterday my mother was both lucid and unintelligible, moving back and forth between a woman who seemed to perfectly understand the world around her and another person who looked around not even sure of where she was. She was older … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged body, deah, dementia, father, life's end, love, Mom, mother, siblings, son, soul, spina bifada, spirit | 3 Comments

On Becoming an Orphan

Posted on June 10, 2013 by Callen Harty

Little boys can have all sorts of unimaginable fears. There can be monsters in the closet or under the bed, temptations of the devil, bullies on the street, bad guys in general, even the horrors of spinach or other foods … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged brothers, dad, death, dementia, emotions, family, father, fears, grandparents, hero, heroic, human, little boys, living, love, Mom, mother, orphan, sister | 6 Comments

Fathers

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Callen Harty

My father died before I had forged any memories of him. He was only 41 and it was just past my second birthday when he suffered a massive heart attack and passed away. I grew up with a fear of … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged adoption, Brian, dad, father, fatherhood, Johnny, love, mother, parenting, paternal, stepfather, Wisconsin Pride | 1 Comment

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