Patrick Tillett

I would greatly appreciate some input from all of you.  I know some folks read, but don't comment. Maybe you could just this once?  As ...

December 7, 1975 It’s about 8:45 on Sunday morning in Long Beach California. I’m driving down Cherry Street, on my way to a Sunday morning...

My Roommates Bev and Darlene, promised me a “just out of jail surprise” when I got home. Later that same evening, they cooked me a homemad...

Those of you who know me, or have followed my blog for awhile, will not be very surprised by the next several posts.  I've never hid the...

The thing I fear most, is losing my memories, my mind, and being forgotten. I feel fine, but something is different. Words, names, places,...

I usually try to stay away from commenting on current events, but sometimes I just can't... If you’ve been watching the news, or readi...

You can burst through time Wielding your anger like a weapon Or live your life in quiet desperation Either way, it’s the price you pay N...

The anger you've held for so many years The sadness you've stuffed behind thousands of tears You’re still letting your mother ...