A busy little dilettante: obsessive, sensualist, Chicagoan, Odensian, wanna-be Berliner. Designer, lover, traveler, ex, mother, sister, daughter, ex. Maker of thin lines, teller of stories, patron of the stage, collector of words I can’t pronounce in languages I don’t know. Occasional blonde and owner of dubious sanity. In a world that now seems too twisted for words, I seek diversion in this ivory tower. That’s my bicycle. And I need to ride.