The Author

Colour portrait of Alexa Michaels wearing a black turtleneck with black cat-eye framed glasses and gold hoop earrings. Her hair is in a high ponytail with a curled bang falling. Behind her is a light brown wooden bookshelf showcasing vintage books.

Hi, my name is Alexa.

I have two cats named Bleu and Ryder, have heard ALL of the Alexa jokes (don’t try me), possess a slightly dark, yet raunchy sense of humour that my mom hates and I voluntarily make myself depressed to fuel inspo (which I’m pretty sure is the prerequisite of being a writer).

Born and raised as an only child in the big city of Toronto, Ontario, I have been seemingly forever seeking the quaint country life. Some might also say I enjoy a glass of wine or seven. And carbs.

On my Netflix-filled evenings, you can catch me shamelessly enjoying reality TV, 90s sit-coms, or occasionally ugly crying to rom-coms.

But beyond trashy reality TV, a slight alcohol problem and stuffing my face with carbs, I’m also a writer.

I have been writing poetry since I was seven years old and singing/writing songs since fifteen, after experiencing what I THOUGHT was my first real heartbreak. Then came the dreaded email essays. Just ask any of my exes; they have all received THE email(s). 

Writing — in general — became my therapy and best form of communication. 

I’ll be real, I struggled for YEARS trying to figure out what I wanted to do for a career. I went to school for Music Business Management, New Media and even tried the real estate industry. In learning what I like, what makes me happiest and what fits the lifestyle I crave for the future, I learned two things:

  1. I love inspiring and uplifting others with the wisdom I have gained in my short 28 years

  2. Holy CRAP I love writing. It’s been right in front of me all along. Poetry, lyrics, blogs, letters to my exes, articles, and quite frankly anything that requires using my mind and experiences to help people.

  3. Okay maybe three things. I’ve literally been wearing all black since ‘99. 

Coloured image of Alexa Michaels as a child wearing a black dress and navy blue tights. Her hands and golden brown bob are covered in moisturizer, as she looks stunned at the camera. In the background is a white front door and a child’s toy bicycle.

So, I took my arse back to school to get the skills I needed to become a writer/editor full-time.

I’ve battled with depression, anxiety, abandonment issues and — well — you name it. What I can tell you is that through all of the muck and mire that has ever transpired (told you I’m a poet), I’ve begun learning how to get UNstuck. I’ve seemingly lived many lives for a gal my age so it is my goal to be your inspiring (and slightly sarcastic) voice; kind of like a sister or best friend.

I also learned that maybe I should take my own advice sometimes. I’M WORKING ON IT, OKAY? 

So… do you wish to proceed to the unknown?