Alexandria is an actress and writer based in Los Angeles.

For you faithful, wonderful readers who remember a different layout, this website was formerly the travel blog Bon Voyage, Mon Chéri, which Alexandria created in September 2013 when she moved from Milwaukee, WI to the glamorous city of Paris. There, she taught French children how to pronounce the “th” sound. (You have to stick your tongue out a lot. The kids loved it).

She has recently starred in several short films, completed her master’s degree in creative non-fiction writing, and won the online writing contest Pitch Wars for her YA fantasy novel, Of Serpents and Stars.

Feel free to contact her! Don’t be shy, she loves collaborating with new people, as well as just a friendly chat.

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You can also find her on Instagram and Twitter.


Still interested? Here’s the full story


It begins and ends with a story.

My life-long love affair with stories has made me an actress, writer, and traveler.

Let me explain.

As a kid, I used to break my glasses from falling asleep with my face stuck to the chocolate-smudged pages of Harry Potter. I went through many pairs of glasses.

When my parents read Madeline as a bedtime story, I’d wrap my shoulders in my mother’s shawl and pretend I was a little girl in a yellow hat with appendicitis, living in Paris. When I finally did get my appendix removed nearly 20 years later, nobody gave me a yellow hat, and I wasn’t anywhere near the Eiffel Tower, so be careful what you wish for.

But I digress.

Images of French châteaux and vineyards, planes and trains, colored my imagination for years.

And one day, I realized I had spent most of my life within a story. Whether through novels, movies, or one too many episodes of Charmed, my life revolved around what could be. Sometimes what would never be. By the time I was sixteen, my unsettling need to travel had seeped into my very bones, so with my parents’ blessing, I moved to Bordeaux.

It went hilariously, morbidly wrong, and I promised myself I’d never return to France.

And yet…

Those daydreams, concocted when I was too young to know what they meant, lingered in my mind. While studying theater and literature in college, I loved the art I created. But I felt adrift, as if there were slivers of myself that had been born so very far away from me, and I had to cross the globe to find them.

My sixteen-year-old promise had been shortsighted and fear-based, so four years later, when I graduated college, I decided to conquer the crooked, cobbled Parisian streets, Chanel and smoke-tinged.


Paris at dusk

Living in Paris was a time of love and fragmented beauty. Tucked away in a chambre de bonne so tiny I could touch both walls with outstretched arms, I wrote.

I also drank wine and attempted to laugh off the bizarre Parisian dating scene with my best friends (but really, so bizarre). And thus, my blog Bon Voyage, Mon Chéri began.

After a couple years of travel blogging, I took some time off to focus on my master’s degree, model, and write children’s fantasy novels.

During my second year of my master’s program, I no longer had class, so I moved to Edinburgh and lived with my boyfriend, while continuing to both travel and live in Paris for months at a time to research for my master’s book.

While I no longer regularly blog about traveling, exploring the world and embracing other cultures and ways of life remains vital to me. I’ve kept my old travel stories, so you can you can check out all the archived posts if you’re interested!

Mountains and mists and leafless trees in the Lake District
Being really happy eating watermelon in Rome

But what about acting?

Ahh, yes. Acting.

This intro page used to read as someone who spent all her life reading, and I did read, and I do read, but I also spent my childhood forcing babysitters to watch me reenact my favorite scenes from stories.

I also began memorizing Shakespeare and performing it when I was nine.

I also used to dream of being an actress.

I acted up until graduating from college, thinking I’d never do it again, thinking an artist must choose, and writing, at least, I could do on my own, rather than relying on others to give me opportunities to act.

But, as with France, the dream lingered.

Curiously, I rarely voiced these dreams, but reading through old journals, I debated moving to Los Angeles nearly every year for eight years, then tucked the journal away, as if smudged ink could blot out half-finished thoughts.

Finally, on Valentine’s Day 2017, I told my boyfriend giving up acting was the greatest regret of my life.

The conversation went like this:

Chris: “Alex, what’s wrong with you? You’re 24. You’re too young to have a regret like that.”

Me: “………………………You’re right. Let’s move to Los Angeles. I’ll start looking at apartments now.”

Little did Chris know the fire his words would ignite, and the resulting visa headaches that would ensue as we navigated our cross-continental relationship.

But he was right. While it took me a few years to uncover those slivers of myself I’d always known I’d find, moving to Los Angeles was inevitable, and I’ve come to realize I couldn’t have done it until the pieces of my life fell into place. Now that I have moved, being here feels right, my sense of self blinking awake.

I used to see writing and acting as entirely different pursuits, and it took that hiatus to remember I’ve always been a conduit of stories, both through my mind and my body. I can’t have one without the other. They inform each other, and rather than choosing, as I believed I must do, I’ve decided to embrace both.

Because I am both.

As always, bon voyage, mon chéri, wherever your adventures may take you.