She walked onto the patio like she was walking off her yacht.  I was waiting for her at the back of a coffee house overlooking Lake Travis.  It was a rainy, lazy day, and she had texted to tell me that she had just awakened from a nap and was running a little late.  Dena was sporting a long mane of naturally curly hair (never combed except in the shower), brown with blond highlights), a plaid shirt with a few buttons undone, short shorts and canvas shoes.  She gave a cute, shy little wave and then came around to the picnic table to give me a polite but gentle hug.  Thus began a fascinating interview, series of calls, texts, emails and a photo shoot that would lead to this profile.