Patrick Tillett

Just a short-one today... I've spent a large chunk of time in places that either don't have outhouses and/or bathrooms, or maybe j...

About 18 months ago I received a Facebook message from a lady who thought I might be an illegitimate member of their family. In fact, her fa...

My recent posts have been bouncing between photos and poems. I figured it was time to work in some stories about my crazy and dysfunctional ...

Coffin full of hate Coffin full of emptiness You lived your life as a crucible They all feel pain for you now But they don’t know Who y...

Many of you are new (or newish) to my childhood stories, please don't think I'm being too hard on my mom in this blog post. If you g...

A few of the blogs I follow have had recent posts relating to the first day of school this year for their children.  As many of you are well...

A bit of elation A moment of clarity The serenity of finality The freedom that can only come From accepting your own fate The acrid taste o...

The last time I ever made an attempt to speak to my mom about my childhood, she simply swept aside my concerns and feelings. I knew it was g...

I should have included this with yesterday’s poem. As you may or may not know (depending on how long you’ve read my blog), my mom was an i...

I've used this photo for something else, but I needed it again It's been a while since I've posted a family story. I still have...

One of my mom’s "gentlemen friends" gave us a new Encyclopedia Britannica set. I’m pretty sure that I was the only one in my famil...

I’m posting this as another reminder that the stories of my life, as told in my blog entries are true. I recently received the following mes...

Take a second and think about where your head was at while in 5th and 6th grade. Your kids also, if you have any. Playing in little leag...

Many people reading my stories have asked about my dad. Did I ever have contact with him? What became of him?  Why did he have nothing to d...

I had a friend down the street who lived with his married sister. His household was also crazy. He was a total outsider in their house and w...

Christmas was not really something to look forward to.  I guess it could be, if you were really anxious to get those brand new pajamas! B...

(owner of photo unknown) Regardless of what type of home life a kid has, for a while at least they think that everybody lives the sam...

My Dad was finally discharged from the Navy. We could move out of my grandmother's place and be together as a family again, in a new ho...

From the age of 23 to 40, when she died, I had very little to do with my mother. Hopefully you’ve already read enough of my stuff to know wh...

don't let looks fool you Many new readers have signed up for my blog. Based on recent comments, most haven't seen earlier posts rel...