to the moon and back:
a childhood under the influence
Share the Hope
Lisa Kohn’s memoir of being raised in and torn between two conflicting worlds. There was the world she longed for and lived in on weekends – her mother’s world, which was the fanatical, puritanical cult of the Moonies – and the world she was forced to live in during the week – her father’s world, which was based in sex, drugs, and the squalor of life in New York City’s East Village in the 1970’s.
new awards
Silver Medal Award
2019 Shortlist
2018 INDIES Book of the Year
13th Annual Finalist
Honorable Mention
2019 Finalist
You really need to read this book, because it’s awesome.
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Lisa Kohn
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Lisa’s long-running blog offers hope and joy to others who may feel beaten or damaged by their upbringing or circumstances.
Lisa shares stories from her past, as well as her challenges, peace, and healing of today.
to the moon
and back
Told with spirited candor,
to the moon and back reveals
how one can leave behind
absurdity and horror and create a life of intention and joy. This is the fascinating tale of a story rarely told in its full complexity.
Coaching, Consulting, & Speaking
As a Chatsworth Consulting Group Partner, Lisa focuses on leadership consulting and executive coaching, spending time speaking, writing, teaching, and presenting approaches to life and business.
Lisa Kohn Writes
glorious year of joy
There is a cult hymn that can still go through my mind, that ends each stanza with, “glorious day of joy.” I am apparently reclaiming that hymn today, as I begin my glorious year of joy. As I’ve been realizing and sharing for the past few weeks, whilst the new year...
we have real influence over our minds
This seems like the perfect reminder for me as I start my new year. We have real influence over our minds (once again from Rick Hanson). I have been more and more aware of the stories I may be making up about other people. Even if what they do seems insensitive to me,...
finding myself within my own body
It was a few years ago when I realized I disassociated. Just like all the anger and anguish buried deep within me that I couldn’t even sense was there because I’d been so groomed and carved by my cult to have no boundaries, needs or wants, I just didn’t know. Then, I...
