Dear Rebecca,

What a marvelous decision! What a tremendous article! You sound like a soul with a good head on her shoulders, someone who has roots & wings.

I don’t have a well-developed pragmatic side, & I say that with a tinge of shame. My parents did their very best to instill one in me. My mother (an old-time feminist) would love nothing more than for me to have at least a part-time job out of the house, & write to my heart’s content all the other time. Honestly, I would love that, too, but the jobs I did have tended to smother my soul. I don’t know, maybe it’s time I use that ol’ thoracic surgery degree for something other than propping up the short leg of the kitchen chair…

I kid, I kid because I love. It’s just the idea of being a secretary (sorry for the politically incorrect language, I meant to say dame in a skirt, one meant to be chased around the desk for a quick grope, see), or becoming a paralegal triggers a depression so deep I can barely breathe, but mucking out the stalls in the circus seems like a blast. Too bad there aren’t any circuses around any more. There has to be a happy medium in Denver. Right?!? 🥺