About Sandra
I’ve always been fascinated by people.
Not in a “I want to fix everyone” kind of way.
More in a:
“what’s actually underneath this reaction?”
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I think part of that started young.
I grew up between cultures with a Québécoise mother and a Chinese father. In a home where love, pressure, performance, and emotional unpredictability often lived side by side.
My father was deeply hardworking and struggled with alcohol.
So I became very good at reading the room.
Very good at adapting.
Performing.
Achieving.
Being “enough.”
Enough to keep the peace. Enough to be loved.
Enough to matter.
And honestly?
That followed me into my relationships and my life for years.
Meanwhile from the outside, things looked impressive.
Radio.
Television.
Acting.
Voiceover.
Speaking.
Live performance.
A whole career built around using my voice.
But underneath it all, I understood what it felt like to slowly lose yourself while still functioning beautifully on the outside.
And somewhere along the way, that became the work.
Because I never want another woman to believe her worth depends on how perfectly she performs, holds everything together, or becomes what everyone else needs her to be.
I want women to feel grounded enough to be fully themselves.
Not perfect.
Just real.
My Daughter
Becoming the mother of a daughter with Down syndrome changed the way I understand presence forever.
Because kids can feel when you are truly with them.
And they can feel when you are somewhere else trying to fix, manage, rush, perform, or hold everything together.
One day I was driving, completely in my head, mentally running through my to-do list, stressed about something I probably can’t even remember now…
and out of nowhere my daughter threw her shoe at my head from the backseat.
And I remember feeling this instant wave of:
“Oh my god. Seriously right now?”
Like life was interrupting my very important
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Then two seconds later I burst out laughing.
Because the whole moment was absurd.
And weirdly… incredibly honest.
In one second she pulled me completely out of my head and back into the present moment.
That’s what she does.
She reminds me how quickly we leave ourselves.
How often we are physically somewhere while emotionally somewhere else entirely.
She became one of my greatest teachers.
Not about perfection.
About presence.
About slowing down enough to actually stay connected to the moment you’re in.
And honestly,
that changed the way I move through life completely.
Little Ways I Come Back to Myself
Conscious breathing before the world gets loud.
Ice baths. Intense workouts. Anything that reminds me I can feel discomfort without needing to escape it.
Hot tea. Warm socks. A few quiet minutes with nowhere to be.
Putting music on in the kitchen and moving my body for absolutely no productive reason.
Laughing with people I love until I forget my problems for a minute and remember life is kind of ridiculous sometimes.
The moments where I stop performing, stop protecting, and simply let myself be