“Well, Ms. Franzen. We’ve figured out why your trackpad is sticking. There seems to be a great deal of . . . residue, inside your laptop. Dark red and brown. I’d guess red wine and ...
Spoiler alert! This is an excerpt from my forthcoming wee-book, 100 Ways To Play With Yourself: How to be hilarious, whip-smart & sexy. It’s a punchy compendium of 100 ways to inject playfu...
The “secret” to being semi-famous on the Internet . . . is to release unmistakable content — consistently & courageously AND to make a concerted effort to get your work in fron...
It’s SUMMERTIME, North American comrades! (Sorry, Antipodeans. Your time will come.) Answer me this: is there anything better than curling up in the shade of a bosomy cherry blossom tree with a...
10 days ago, I went to my first heavy metal concert. I know what you’re thinking: “But Alexandra, aren’t you the Empress of Gothic Decay & Satanic Revelry? Surely you spend the...
I’m 27 years old. Old enough to have mastered the fundamentals of adulthood. Wise enough to know that I’ve still got a few missing stones in my pantheon of awesomery. This list is one-par...
When you’re laser-lucid CLEAR on WHO you are & WHY you’re extraordinary, life gets a whoooole lot more fun. Jobs come a-calling. The media comes a-knocking. Opportunities gracefully sink into you...
One week ago . . . I posted 8 things I’ve learned about life, the universe & everything — from 80+ life coaches. And then I got to thinking (a dangerous pastime, I know) about all the overlooked...
“OMG, that pedicure like, CHANGED MY LIFE.” “These bacon-wrapped dates are CHANGING MY LIFE.” “Have you heard of the band Cuddle Magic? CHANGED MY LIFE.” Yes. I kn...
“All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.” – Marcel Proust We’ve all plodded through the dense fog of indecision. Sometimes, the fog desc...
True story: I’ve worked with more than 80 coaches. (Not as a client. Sweet Kwanzaa-sauce. NOBODY needs that much coaching.) I’ve written bios & manifestos & media kits & sp...
Spoiler alert! This is an excerpt from my forthcoming wee-book, 100 Ways To Play With Yourself: How to be hilarious, whip-smart & sexy. It’s a punchy compendium of 100 ways to inject playf...
So here’s how it is. I block out ten days for a vacation-eque family traipse-a-thon. No client sessions. No phone calls. No autographs, please. It’s a glorious joy-romp of gold-star theat...
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself — not the life others expected of me. 2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard. 3. I wish I’d had the courage to express m...
Admission: I’m feeling a bit . . . jaded. And it’s not a good color on me. I’m tired of watching emerging entrepreneurs flagellate themselves, because they’re not ‘as fa...
So. I’m asking . . . When’s the last time you took someone’s breath away? . . . with an exquisite, full-body hug that wrapped clean around the wound? . . . with a long-time-coming k...
Stepping on a rusty screw. Slamming your fingers in a meat locker. Attending a children’s brass band competition. All undeniably TORTUOUS. But writing a bio for your website? Shouldn’t be...
es·cape [ih-skeyp] verb, es·caped, es·cap·ing, noun, adjective verb (used without object) 1. to slip or get away, as from confinement or restraint; gain or regain liberty: to escape from jail. 2. to ...
I’m fascinated by the cyclical pulse of PRAISE. We want it. We seek it. We give it. And when it comes to our vocations & livelihood, sometimes we need it. Praise provides encouragement . ....
One of the sublime pleasures of designing your own career is getting to CHOOSE your own job title. Better still? You can get it printed on luxe, heavy-weight cardstock, and start dishing out ‘n...
It was a hectic hullabaloo of panties, ponies & bulbous probosci. Dreadfully beautiful. Exquisitely hideous. So frantic, I could barely breath. And sublimely, unmistakably Frank Gaard. I was sta...
By day, she’s a budding copywriter. By noon, she’s a princess at Medieval Times. And by night, she’s a go-go-dancer. She’s Eveleena Fults. She’s building a brand identit...
I was flat on my back in a dimly-lit room with my knees curled into my chest. Just another Tuesday night Candlelight Yoga class. The instructor — one of those enviably strong & sculpted wom...
. . . because we ALL need to expand our praisecabularies. * * * 1. You astonish me. 2. You’re a virtuoso. 3. Your sagacity is stunning. 4. You’re a glitterbomb of glory. 5. Your ge...
The biggest source of creative stagnation for me — and most of my clients & comrades — isn’t an idea shortage . . . it’s having TOO MANY ideas to choose from. “I...
OBSESSION – From the 16th century ‘obsidere’ :: to besiege, engross or possess. Akin to the hostile action of an evil spirit. Hostile spirit? More like a happy hardcore sprite sippi...
When I was 21 years old, I came out to my parents. From my miniature apartment. In a converted parking lot structure. That used to be a YMCA. In New Zealand. Via Skype. “Mom, dad . . . I’...
I’m ready for more. More love. More prescience. More incandescence. More diligence. More devotion. And yes — more space. More side-swiping insights. More tear-swelling tenderness. More wi...
My IQ score rides on the cusp of ‘genius.’ They told me so. When I was ten. The memories of my first Intelligence Quotient assessment are fragmented, but firmly set in place — like ...
We’re walking through the twilight to the Thai place on the corner. Meeting some friends. Mock duck massaman curry. A few laughs. The usual delight. Quick steps through the half-frozen mist. Ar...
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