Anything can be.  Aren’t those lovely words? Strictly speaking, they’re not true – there are some things I just can’t be.  I can’t be an astronaut, Miss America, or a brain surgeon.  But there are so many things that I can do.  All my life, I wanted to be a writer.  I said I would write when this or that eased up, or when I had something to say, or after my child was grown, or I didn’t have to work any long, or or or.