A little, buried part of me had just enough romance left that the idea of living in an aluminum tube jimmied between ferns and large pines felt nice.
No Strings Attached
my heartbeat began picking up speed as I transitioned into a mode of operation I’m all too familiar with.
New Year, Still Here.
Last Wednesday, I noticed an innocently-placed FedEx envelope at my doorstep.
How I managed not to kill myself yesterday.
I want to go on the record and say that I, Sam Lamott, am a proud member of the tribe still alive, I find existing exhausting at times...
No.7 - Is that you, God?
Without wasting time, she turned to me, mouth wide open, mostly in the shape of a smile. I looked away, I wanted no part in this, but I could feel her bright blue eyes on me.
No. 6 - Ten and Two
I wanted to report her to whatever board manages therapist's licenses. This was ridiculous; clearly, she was a hack.