What ever happened to the days of Summer

where your Mom handed you a bike (no helmet)

and said "I'll see your for dinner"?

Now it's all about the Camps! Sports camp, beach camp, sew camp,

art camp, tech camp, gymnastics camp, chef camp,

entrepreneur camp, tennis camp, surf camp...did I miss one!?

I got to thinking there needs to be a camp...for adults! 

Why should kids get to have all the fun? 

Introducing Adult Yoga Camp!

Adult Yoga Camp

What it is: 8 weeks of Yoga Tuesday and Friday's @ The Pacific Palisades Woman's Club

Starting the week of June 10th-August 2, 2019

Tuesdays: 9-10 AM Vinyasa Yoga Flow

Fridays:  9:45-10:30 AM Chair Yoga Movement


Thursdays: 2 Yoga Hikes!! (June 27 & July 11, 9-11 AM)

Thursday: 9-11 AM @ Temescal Canyon Gateway Park


If you are thinking...wait a second, this sounds a lot like the regular yoga schedule with a couple yoga hikes added'd be totally right!  Here is the "Camp Deal"! 

Camps are all about the "Package Deals", so I've created the "Self Care Package Deal"! 

Reserve your space by paying for classes ahead of time and receive a savings on each class! (Plus it helps me to know who is coming!)

Summer gets busy, why not pencil in time for yourself today and make a commitment to create a habit that will serve you not only this Summer, but all year long!


Here's the Deal!

8 days (Tues or Fri Class/Or Mix it Up!) of Yoga for $80


8 days of Yoga (T/F/Mix) + One (1) Yoga Hike for $108


Session start:

June 10-August 2, 2019  

Yoga Hike:

June 27, 2019 & July 11, 2019

(additional hike dates available upon request)


"Self Care Packages"


Staying in the "flow" of things...

Life is a little bit like floating down a river...sometimes life flows fast, sometimes slow.  Sometimes it even gets "stuck" like a twig between two rocks, but inevitably a current will push forward, ready or not. 

On this "flow of life", we take on many responsibilities and roles.  Some of us are not only responsible for ourselves, but our family and children as well. It is often times difficult to "stay afloat" on the river of life (I promise I'll cut the metaphors out soon!) which is why when life is in "flow" it is important to celebrate and acknowledge how we got there!

Recently I found myself "In the flow" of life.  The story begins 8 1/2 years ago when I was working as a makeup artist on the Dr. Drew show "Lifechangers".   A cross somewhere between Oprah and Jerry Springer, the show was a real pot luck of pop culture and useful information! Dr. Drew addressed a wide variety of topics which made for an equally diverse guest line-up, including Honey Boo Boo, Octomom and Bunny Ranch owner, Dennis Hof. It wasn't rare to have a circus performer seated next to some amazing scientist or specialist who would unknowingly make an impact on your life for many years to come. Most days, the makeup room was as exciting as the show itself!   

As a new working Mom, the makeup gig on the Dr. Drew show was perfect for me. We shot in Burbank 2 times a week, 9-5.  I had the perfect balance of work and motherhood.  My daughter was just over a year old. I found a sweet little daycare not far from my home in Pacific Palisades for her to "socialize" with other kids while I headed cross town. At pick up one day the woman who ran the daycare informed me that my daughter wasn't napping like the other kids and that a shift in her sleep schedule was inevitable.  As a mom who took pride in the success I had "sleep training" in my daughter's infant months, I was less prepared for the willfulness that would come with being an active toddler.

So when I heard one of the guests appearing on "Lifechangers" was a children's sleep expert, I made darn sure she was in my chair!  Turns out she was not only a sleep expert...but also from Pacific Palisades where I lived!  Her name, Jill Spivack was a wealth of information.  She shared the idea of a "sleep chart" where you and the child create a bedtime routine schedule together. I took her advice and created a sleep schedule with my daughter that night. Building on the routine that we had started when she was an infant, of books and baby (her little giraffe lovey that she cuddled with every night) I gave my daughter the opportunity to come up with a few ideas of her own. Every night after washing face, brushing teeth, reading books, saying good night to the "magic tree" (a plant decorated with lights and butterflies in the corner of her room) we'd pick a color from the "Fancy Nancy Spa Day" manicure page and "paint our nails". (The apple doesn't fall far from the tree)  Not only was it fun and creative, it was also cathartic.  It worked!  Each night following this routine, my daughter went to sleep with no problem and slept through the night well rested for the next day.

Doing Jill's makeup probably took less than an hour, but her advice served me for years! When the season ended, in addition to continuting to do makeup, I moved on to pursue other opportunities like teaching yoga and writing. Which brings me to where I am today.  On a recent writing assignment for "The Palisades Magazine" I was asked to interview the women of "Sleepy Planet".  Thinking nothing of it, I agreed willingly to write the piece explaining I had a passion for sleep myself and would enjoy the research! As I sat across from the two women for the interview, I felt an odd they were already my friends.  Or maybe they just reminded me of two characters on the show "Friends", but alas I digress. The more we talked, the more I was sure that Jill, who had changed her hair since I saw her last, was the woman who helped me so many years ago! My heart sang and my skin tickled with happiness.  I was in my "flow".

On this river of life (you knew it had to come back in at some point!) I've learned that when I am in the "flow" good things happen.  Good things like getting to tell Jill and Jennifer how much I appreciated the advice of the sleep chart and now, sharing with you, the great world of "Sleepy Planet".


So with no further adieu, 


"Sleepy Planet", Jill Spivack and Jennifer Waldburger.


To read the article and more, follow this link to the complete PDF of the Magazine:


Ready, Set, Fast!

I’ve never been much of a dieter, more of a food “omitter”. Like when I was in high school and after one too many of the greasy cafeteria chocolate chip cookies, I decided the best way to cut back on my grease and sweet intake, specifically these ooey gooey delicious chocolate chip cookies whose aroma wafted up my pubescent nose each day, was to give up chocolate. I was convinced  “by cutting out chocolate, I’d eat less sweets and be healthier for it.” For seven years I gave up chocolate, opting instead for granola bars, fruit and Pay Day candy bars (the only candy bar without chocolate--they were my jam!). It sort of worked! On my 21st birthday my best friend asked the question…”Why don’t you eat chocolate?” and proceeded to order me a delicious chocolate cake for dessert.  A few drinks later--just like my 21st birthday--the cake was a distant memory. I do remember however that I discovered all over again, I really loved chocolate--what was I thinking!? 

Well I was thinking about controlling my sugar intake, which is sort of a “thing” today.  But back then it wasn’t, and we definitely didn't have influencers telling us it was. As a dancer, I was a witness to some more serious diet/health concerns around food like anorexia and bulimia, and I still feel for those who battled these eating disorders. But back then I just knew those cookies weren’t good for me. Cut to me as an adult and I have a fairly balanced and healthy relationship with food. That said, as of late, I've been feeling a little more achey in my joints and less clear in the mind. It's like my mind and body needed a little dusting off, a “re-boot”. 

It didn’t take long for my thoughts to manifest into reality.  The offer came to me ironically over breakfast.  I was in a meeting with 3 gentlemen in the healthcare and wellness industy discussing their companies and what they offer, when one of them brought up the ProLon Meal Program.  “It’s a Fasting Mimicking Diet (FMD) designed to exploit the bodies ability during periods of low calorie intake to enter a protected mode, remove damaged cells and tissues, and undergo self-repair.” He said. “Evidence suggests that this process may result in increased longevity and improved health and wellness.  You three should try it!”  One look around the table and we were all in.


A week or so later a big white box showed up at my door with 5 numbered boxes inside, instructional manual, the ProLon meal card, ingredient lists and a clear water bottle with the green letters ProLon written across.  The top of the lid read, “REJUVENATION FROM WITHIN”.  Inside each box is all the food provided for the day.  Which at first glance did not seem like a lot, but I’ll get to that.  I set it aside for the time being, as it was mid week and just before Valentines Day. Collectively we all decided one more glass of wine and bite of chocolate would be necessary before diving in.  We decided to start on Monday and make a clean start of it.


Day 1.  Monday: We settle into our new meal plan. Now realizing that this was the day I would receive the most “food”, I had to “check” myself. Despite getting to eat on this fast, I was already missing my food and it brought to light how much I snacked throughout the day.  I wasn’t alone, keeping a text thread with my two fasting companions, one of the guys reported.


Day 2. Tuesday:  The headaches came.  For many the hardest part of any diet, cleanse or fast is the removal of certain chemicals in our body that drive our physical machine each day, like caffeine.  ProLon recommends you stay off of caffeine, but does say you can have one cup a day. We all opted to cut caffeine.  Starting day 2, the program included the L-Drink, a glycerin additive to put in our handy ProLon water bottles.  There was a lot of water consumption on this and it made me realize, I definitely didn't drink enough water. When I drank more water, the headaches went away. Another thing happened.  I was bored.  With all my meals planned for me, and very minimal at that.  It was all very easy. The soups required the most preparation which was basically boiling water and stirring occassionally…food was becoming a very “non-issue” in my day.  I had to find things to fill the time and space with.


Day 3.  Wednesday:  Hump day. The food scene is bleak.  I start to ration kale chips from my allotted lunch time to save for a snack later.  I made comments like, "I'll never take a single olive for granted ever again." By now the body is consuming 800 calories a day. 1200 is the minimum daily recommend amount.  Thus the body is tricked into thinking it is not eating and the calories you do receive are used to repair and remove damaged cells.  Pretty cool right?


Day 4.  Thursday:  We start to observe the ingredients, nutritional facts and benefits of this fast--because, again we are bored and trying to make our food interesting…no I kid!  I should mention of the three of us on this fast, for two of us, this is our first time.  The other gentleman has fasted before and with a medical background he earned the title “pro faster” throughout the week.  In all the discussions of nutrients and lack there of, his comment was this. 



The whole concept is fascinating actually.  Fasting or Intermittent fasting has many benefits backed by scientific research:

Some of the benefits of a fast are:  

1. Promotes Blood Sugar Control by Reducing Insulin Resistance

2. Promotes Better Health by Fighting Inflammation

3. May Enhance Heart Health by Improving Blood Pressure, Triglycerides and Cholesterol Levels

4. May Boost Brain Function and Prevent Neurodegenerative Disorders

5. Aids Weight Loss by Limiting Calorie Intake and Boosting Metabolism

6. Increases Growth Hormone Secretion, Which Is Vital for Growth, Metabolism, Weight Loss and Muscle Strength

7. Could Delay Aging and Extend Longevity

8. May Aid in Cancer Prevention and Increase the Effectiveness of Chemotherapy



Day 5.  Friday:  Last day! We turn the corner.  My comment to the group was:


            “Feeling energetic today despite no sleep last night. Down 4 lbs as of Monday.  Body feels good-hungry but I haven’t had my tea and bar yet. My mind is clear, not spacey.” 


We all agree we feel better today than any other day so far.  Maybe because it was the last day and we knew more food was in our future? Going to the gym to work out was also fine.  ProLon recommends you don’t work out or work out with caution in case your body weakens during the fast.  I lightened my weights and lessened the intensity (because I get pretty intense, let me tell you) just to be on the safe side.  We all discuss the possibility of doing this the 3 times throughout the year.  I suggest the possibility of a retreat on a warm sandy beach somewhere and no one seems to object!


In the end the ProLon Fasting Mimicking Diet was a success.  We all carried on in our regular routines.  Despite my earlier comment about wanting to go to a sandy warm beach, the program is very manageable to incorporate into any lifestyle.  We all still worked, we all still took care of our kids and we all maintained our regular schedule, with the exception of going to bed a little earlier.  Our “pro faster” found it very easy to follow and with his medical background also agreed it was a viable program.  For my other counter part, the bit that impressed me the most with his experience was that he travelled and attended business lunch meetings while on the fast. He even brought the soup to a lunch meeting and asked the chef to cook the soup for him!  


My greatest take away was this:



The sixth day we were recommended a transition diet of liquids, light meals of rice or pasta and small amounts of fish, meat and legumes.  By day 7 you could resume a normal diet.  

The one thing I did not realize before this program was how much eating was a total habit-a time killer, a space-filler and a major distraction. If you are looking for a life or diet "Re Boot" a fast or Fasting Mimicking Diet might be just the thing for you. That said, it is not for everyone, if you have any concerns please contact a medical professional first!

Maybe you too will decide to make a clean sweep, not just for your body but for your mind. 

For more information on the ProLon, please visit their website:


My caffeinated green tea has never tasted so good!


Alison Burmeister


Balanced Beauty





If you are reading this, thank you for making it this far.  I should warn you, this story is not for the faint at heart.  There is foul language, sexual references, violence and is intended for adult readers only.  


"Wait you say, I thought this was a website about balance and beauty, yoga and makeup"..."What is with the violence and 'adult content'?"  Well, you'd be right, this is a website promoting a balanced and beautiful lifestyle and sometimes to get there, we have to deal with some real life "shit".


This is my story of some "real life shit" I had to deal with just over 10 years ago.  And on my 45th birthday I'm feeling a little like sharing, in hopes that someone out there might get something out of it, feel the same way or prevent situations like this one from happening again.  I tell it not because I want you to feel sorry for me and think of me differently (please don't).  Nor am I presenting this story as a testament to the Bad Ass Lady that I am...but I'm okay if after reading this, you think I am. ;)  I'm simply releasing a time in my life that no longer serves me.


It is for women (and men) everywhere to know that strength and peace in, not only our bodies, but our minds and spirits is our best defense.  I hope that those of you reading this will never have to "defend" yourself as I have...(and if you have, I'm here for you in full support.)  But we all have challenges in life.  We all have stories of failure and success.  I always say, it is not so much the action in life as the reaction to life that truly determines the outcome.  The stronger and more at peace we are in our mind, bodies and spirits the greater the outcome when life throws us a curve ball...



So, if you are still with me...thanks for listening...


Here is my story.




“Oh hell no!” I gasped in utter shock as I turned around and he rushed towards me.  Without a moment to think, I was tackled onto the rocky sand dune. “No fucking way this is happening right now.” I remember crying out loud, suffocated by his foul body odor.  “No Bueno” I screamed over and over again as I struggled to push him off. His body weight forced me to the ground and onto the rough terrain below.  My sweaty ponytail smeared into the rocks and sand as I cringed side to side avoiding his advances.  There, on my back, on the berm, I realized the terrifying fact that I was alone. With the exception of this one naked guy and a new construction site off in the distance, there was no sign of anyone around. I questioned whether or not this was really happening.  Of all the times I had found myself in precarious situations, made bad choices in my life, put myself at risk, drank too much, trusted too much and didn’t care enough, this was not one of those times.


I was just going for a run.  “See you back here in a few hours”, my husband kissed me goodbye and left the room to join the rest of the wedding party for rehearsals. While he fulfilled his role as “Best Man” that afternoon, I was at leisure to do whatever I wanted.  Ready for a little adventure of my own, I put on my newly purchased, just for this vacation, super cute turquoise polka dot bikini and sunglasses and headed out for the Cabo San Lucas Shore.  Careful not to get sucked in by all the umbrella drinks and Coronas I laid my sandals, towel and room key on an empty lounge chair poolside. I skipped down the stairs, filed past all the sunbathers, kids playing in the sand and water sports activities to the wide-open waterfront.  Off in the distance was a large berm of sand and rocks, probably about a mile away and I decided that this would be my destination. At a steady pace, my bare feet sank slightly into the sand with every stride. My skin was hot but cool from the exhilaration I felt to be alive and free.  I fancied myself Bo Derek in the movie “10”, minus the braids, boobs and tan.  The further I ran, the more deserted the beach became, until eventually it was just me, the sand, sun, sea and the Arch of Cabo San Lucas, in the background.


As I ran, a sixth sense told me something was going to happen.  In my mind I romanticized this sensation into something sexy where I would encounter an exotic dark attractive male.  While my mind wandered, my legs carried on and before I knew it, I had reached my journey’s end.  Exhausted, I looked forward to relaxing a bit before making my way back to the hustle and bustle of the hotel scene. I climbed up the raised bank of sand, salty sweat dripped into my eyes and I pulled my glasses off for a moment to wipe my face. I turned to the ocean and reveled in my personal achievement while enjoying the gorgeous views. The Arch of Cabo San Lucas framed the horizon like a peephole from the ocean to the sky.  Boats and wave runners appeared as little toys and the water sparkled like diamonds in their wake. Struck by how far I had come, suddenly I was uneasy with this.  I turned away from the view of the ocean because I felt something behind me…a presence.  


“Oh hell no!” I begged as if someone were listening.  This stranger of a man rushed towards me. I screamed and my heart clumped into my throat.  He charged me with one hand to stroke himself off while the other grabbed me.  My weary feet planted firmly in the rough, rocky sand. Paralyzed with fear and confusion I braced myself for the inevitable.  In my mind, suddenly I am 9 years old again trapped in the basement with the neighbor’s son who pulled me down there to ask me to give him a “fellatio”.  Then, I was back because I was tackled to the ground, his sweaty body mounted onto mine. Every vertebra in my spine stacked into a stiff rod of fear.  I recall this feeling, and I am 16, half-passed out in my friend’s bed and pushing away one of my male classmates who has climbed on top of me. My stomach turned, fists tightened, shoulders locked up around my ears.  For a moment, under the bright sun and in the thick hot humid air, I was frozen. Perspiration dripped off his face as he thrust and clawed for my limbs to pin me down and I am 22 again, being prodded unwillingly by a man I foolishly invited back to my hotel room.


“No fucking way this is happening right now!”  I cried in total disbelief as I continued to fight him off by any means possible.  He wasn’t too big, a little taller than me, had brown hair, dark skin and was completely naked.  No one around to hear me yell, he continued to force himself on me. Every violent movement, the rocks and sand below dug deeper into my back and shoulders. Desperately afraid I fought back with every fiber of my being.  With my angels above and a will that was not about to back down, I am 30, skeptical, sober and strong and 100 percent certain I was about to go crazy town on this guy.


“No Bueno!” I screamed over and over again.   The sun was hot and my blood was even hotter. “No Bueno!” I pleaded, as if speaking Spanish would make a difference.  Desperate but not done, I muscled us down off the hill to the sand below.  Somehow in all this mess, I knew the one chance I had was to make my way back down the same way I came.  He wrestled himself on top of me again.  His body reeked of semen and sweat, which smeared all over my flaming red skin. His hands moved quickly from my breasts to between my legs. For his every maneuver I battled him back with sharp elbows and knees. When I was not screaming or fighting I was holding my breath because I could not stand the smell of him.


In a constant struggle to free myself from underneath him, my bikini, now half on and off, literally hung by a string. He attempted to masturbate while tearing at my suit.  His hand reached into my swimsuit bottoms and fingered towards my nether regions.  I felt him down there when suddenly he hesitated for a moment. I sensed he was thrown off by something and for one very small second, his aggressive wet body went limp. I had my period.  He discovered my Tampon and in some form of shock or disgust he paused for a moment and I was given a gift.  I was able to break away from under him.  I stumbled to my feet, and without looking back for a second, I ran. I ran like I had not fought or ran a mile in the sand already.  I ran, rearranging my suit as best as I could and mourned slightly for the sunglasses that were sacrificed in the battle.  I never stopped running.  I ran towards the crowded beach where not a single soul had any idea what had just happened.  I ran, I was hysterical, I cried in agony, I screamed in victory.  I slowed down.  I was ok. I was alive.  I was about to be back at the resort.


Tattered and torn, I walked into the crowd of oblivious tourists and vendors.   “You want some chicklets?” a little Mexican girl asked as she shoved colorful packets of gum into my face.  I didn’t answer but in my mind I responded, “Do I look like I want some fucking chicklets?” Surrounded by people on all sides, a permanent tunnel of silence wrapped around me.  If they were looking at me, I did not notice.  I found a beach shower against the wall next to the stairs up to the pool, checked to make sure my suit was in place and stood under the water to wash away the smell. I walked up the stairs to the pool deck, picked up my sandals, towel and key and headed straight for my room.


When I got to my room I locked the door, removed my bikini and showered again. My body convulsed under the water that washed away the constant flow of tears down my face. I stayed there until my husband returned to the room, maybe 20 minutes maybe 2 hours I had no recollection of time. I stepped out of the shower and lost it.  My backside, bruised and bloody, reflected in the bathroom mirror. Barely able to mutter the words, “I was attacked” He noticed the damage to my flesh.   “What happened?  Who did this?”  He asked.  “I don’t know!” I sobbed and trembled uncontrollably.  He comforted me as much as I would allow.  I had been touched enough that day.


After explaining what had happened, my husband was enraged.  We went down to the front office and demanded that we speak with the General Manager who at the time was arguing with another hotel guest complaining about the noise of construction outside his room.  My Husband interrupted their conversation, “My wife was just attacked on your hotel grounds!”  They both dismissed him in some form of denial or language barrier.  And while he persisted on, we realized, it was as if this was not the first time something like this had happened. Even if we caught the guy, would we come back to fight the case in a Mexican court? Would I be able to identify a naked man in a line up?  The whole situation was beginning to seem quite helpless. 



We insisted that the hotel security drive us in one of their beach vehicles to the place of attack, but they were understaffed and too busy to help.  So my husband, a couple of his friends and I marched down the beach to see if we could find evidence of the assailant or maybe his clothes.  Unfortunately all we found were my crushed sunglasses and the perfect vantage point from the construction zone next door where we surmised he watched me running up. On a dare from his co-workers or some sick perversion he must have waited for me, pleasing himself and scheming to strike as I ran closer. Had we caught him I was quite certain that I would have kicked him and beat him to the ground with no remorse. But we never did. 


I kept it together that night and the rest of the trip for that matter, the best I could.  I coped the only way I knew how.  “I’m ready for another drink!”  Exclaimed one of the partiers from the dance floor.  “Me too”, I thought, and headed for the bar. 


Please know you are not alone and if you need help going through any sort of trauma there are services out there for you.



It's "Hip" to be Boring


  • ·     MIDNIGHT WALK UNDER THE STARS                    

If any of these plans remotely resemble your New Years Eve, I’ve got to tell you, you might be boring.  I mean what happened to the days of sparklee clothes, nightclubs and DJ’s spinning well into the morning hours?  When did we get to be so boring?  


Let me tell you about boring, or shall I say, the exact opposite of boring. I just returned from 11 days in the Mid-West with my family, (but who is counting) where our schedule was packed from one event to the other.  Last minute shopping, lunch here, dinner there and travel EVERYWHERE!  We pretty much ate our way through the entire vacation. I’ve learned to hold off on drinking any Egg Nog prior to arriving, because I reach my weekly quota of all things fattening and nutrient deficient within the first 48 hours.  Despite all the food and activity, none of it involves working out! Any downtime is spent playing cards with Aunt Janet or putting a puzzle together with Grandma and Grandpa.  


What little downtime we had, was spent arguing with my daughter over why playing with the dollhouse my Father and I made over 30 years ago, that to this day still sits next the all the dolls and books, in the very bedroom I grew up in, is WAY cooler than making another meaningless Tic Toc musically on my cell phone.  “Mom, I’m bored!” She cried as we wrestled for my phone on the wooden-post framed bed handed down to me in the early 90’s when my parents upgraded their bedroom set.  Looking at the white walls above the radiator, my daughter points out the large crack running down the wall of the almost 100 year-old house.  Walls I painted white myself, because I fancied myself a decorator in High School and black and white (a la “Nagel”) was all the rage.


“When I was your age, I sat in this very room and played for hours without any cell phone”. I told her.


“Mom when you were my age, cell phones didn’t exist, so you didn’t know what your were missing!”  She replied. Which you can imagine what my comeback might have been!...


What is boring?  I’ve learned being bored is in the eye of the beholder.  What is boredom to one person could be very exciting to another.  Take yoga for example.  I can't tell you how many people have told me they find yoga boring.  However for every one person who finds it boring, there are many others who absolutely love it and find it very exciting!  In discussing this evenings plans with a group of 20 something year olds, they informed me their plan was to get together with friends, drink Glogg and listen to Pod Casts.  I had to contain myself from laughing out, “Seriously?” When I was 20 I was dancing on revolving floors, pouring flaming shots down mine and my friends throats until we headed to the after party where we proceed to watch the sunrise.  But they explained to me that, they are “done” with that scene.  They would much rather enjoy an evening with friends, sharing stories and relaxing at home. (YAWN!...)  No I kid, sort of.  In hindsight, how cool is this?  And it made me think, boring is the new exciting!


Tonight I will gather with family and a few friends, have a nice dinner and go for a bike ride on the beach with my family on New Years Day.  There will be no club scene or sparklee clothes, although my daughter just asked if she could borrow my blue glitter eye-shadow and cell phone to play music for freeze dance, so there is that.  Anywho, I couldn’t be more excited!!  If you asked, was the smallest part of me slightly jealous of the couple in front of me in line at Whole Foods who were stocking up on bottles of water, ginger ale and “Party Smart” Himalayan Herbal supplements. The answer would be, Yes. But the other 99% of me was like “been there, done that”, and suddenly I realized I was so happy being “boring”.  And after talking to my 20 year old friends, dare I say, I might even be a little "hip"?


Alisn Burmeister


Balanced Beauty