Mom used to read us a book about a sticky kid. Everything the kid touched stuck, and eventually the kid couldn’t move because too many things stuck. That’s kind of how I feel, stuck in the backseat. I feel like I can’t move. The front seat is SO much better. You can see everything up there. You get fresh air from the vents, and you can control the radio. The back seat is for suckers. Speaking of s...

Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me - although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them. This by far is the most tricky situation I have ever found myself in. Let me explain.

I pull back the bow string and align my shot. I’m about to release and let the arrow fly towards the target when my mothers voice from behind me makes me flinch. I miss. I curse...

‘Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me- although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them.’

When Paris was little, she was constantly getting in trouble. That’s just who she was; a little trouble maker, who couldn’t help but ruin and tear down everything in her path. It was just how she was born.

She’d paint walls with permanent markers in the ugliest ...

And this problem is far from an exception. I’ve been down this road before, metaphorically and physically. All of the buildings loom like giants above my head. I swear they look like they’re leaning towards me at certain angles which makes me feel even more like a button mushroom growing on a forest floor. Which block was it on again? I remember it visually, following the vauge instructions from a...

“Not about to argue with you. You’re staying at the hotel while I go. I’ll be back in an hour,” Ravi kisses Rylee’s forehead and pulls away.

“It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re suppose to stay and love me,” Rylee balls her fists and pouts, crossing her arms and glaring at him from the bed.

“I’ll be back.” With that, the door slams, leaving Rylee alone. She watches the room fade without her his friend...

Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me. In fact, it's always as easy as breathing. But I haven't mastered the art of getting out of them yet.

I let out a panty breath as I stare into the large brown eyes. “Sometimes I wish I could be more like you.” The eyes just blink at me as if to ask what I mean. “I mean you're an owl. You're calm… focused… many things. And you'...

“ Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me – although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them.” I say casually as I dangle off a 100 foot cliff. My only hope of safety is this harness fastened to my waist and my best friend below me. If the scraggly tree I’m attached to at the top of the cliff breaks, I’m dead meat. If I do fall, a shorter rope connects m...

This isn’t what I planned. That’s for sure. And now I’m stuck and I don’t know what to do. I blame my friend Jennifer. There we were, sitting comfortably, swilling a semi-decent glass of Malbec and watching period drama on the TV. Jennifer’s massive 65 inch TV. She love’s period drama. I think she’s got a touch of the Bronte about her. Anyway, there was this scene along a city street set in about ...

Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me—although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them, Carlo thought, shuffling envelopes in his hands. The new office in Boston was a little small but neat as a pin. His desk was sturdy and well-polished with only a few scars in the corners. Carlo leaned back in his chair the green leather welcoming his push. His thoug...

“Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me - although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them.” Jim thought. “It is a great opportunity to learn,” he was not losing his usual optimism “I got from a much worse situation before, everything will be fine. Everyone will have a great laugh out of this.”

“Okay, think where to go? Up or down?” Jim tried to struc...