Category Archives: devotion // liberty

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 majority of your eventides head-banging & power-lunging with … Continue reading →

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“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 know. I frivolously fling the phrase “CHANGED MY LIFE” around, as if nail … Continue reading →

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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 & speaking gig run-downs & legal disclaimers & personal intros & networking … Continue reading →

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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 theater, heart-wrenching films, Iron Chef-worthy meals, and leisurely frolics from … Continue reading →

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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 far along’ as they think they should be, or as their … Continue reading →

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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 slip away from pursuit or peril; avoid capture, … Continue reading →

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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 women that inspires you to return … Continue reading →

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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’m a … Continue reading →

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Lisa is a mom, a yogi, a counselor, and a Reverend. And whether she’s tucking in her little pumpkin at night, adjusting a student’s hip flexors during pigeon pose, drilling to the core of a client’s recurring panic attacks, or … Continue reading →

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Few decisions are irrevocable. Most are inconsequential. Some — a precious few — shape our identities in incomprehensible ways. Here are three of my most important decisions — a cellular realignment, a sophomore epiphany, and one pivotal NO that served … Continue reading →

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