Hi! I’m Alexandra.

I like things that are bigger or smaller than they should be: novelty architecture, miniature worlds, and anything made from fiberglass or neon. I dream of visiting every state in the U.S. and will always stop for a Muffler Man. I prefer to drive because I get car sick and also so I can stop at every bathroom, thrift store, garage sale, flea market, diner, or silly photo op along the way.

I’m a writer, editor, photographer, designer, and bookworm. My aesthetic is one part Pee Wee Herman, one part Grey Gardens, 97% grandma crafts, equal parts grandpa taxidermy and cardigans, and half a crumbling cemetery, with a hearty sprinkling of dusty roadside attractions. I’m a little bit strange and unusual, irreverent and (mostly) joyful.

I was born in Ohio and I’ve lived in Washington, D.C. since 2020; for 7 years in between, I was the millennial manic pixie dream girl in my own New York City rom com. I’ve been to Italy, Egypt, Peru, Colombia, Mexico, and Canada, but I love the U.S.—more than it probably deserves, not for a lot of the reasons I was taught to, and sometimes for reasons others can’t understand. It’s ok not to like what I like, I understand; but there’s nothing better than sharing something special with someone special who understands.

For my day job, I write and edit stories about road trips, at night I write about the thoughts I have in a trash chair, and every once in a while I interview and write about someone awesome, mostly because it’s a sneaky way for me to make friends with inspiring and interesting people.