This can't be the home of a 47-year-old practicing physician. It sits in the middle of a poor East Austin neighborhood, fitting in nicely with the other slightly tattered rent houses on its block. The front porch steps could use some paint, and the wood siding would benefit from an overhaul.
The house's plain interior contains a dining table with six mix-and-mix chairs. A garage-sale brown sofa with cat-scratched arms anchors the living room. It's the home of Dr. Paula Rogge, an emergency room physician. A house where prostitutes have solicited visiting friends before they could get out of their cars. Where Rogge's bedroom was converted from a large storage closet. And where her schoolteacher roommate chips in with half the rent.
Rogge's 1980 Toyota, parked on the street, is paid for. She has no mutual funds, IRA, or retirement plan. Today she wears the same clothes she wore yesterday, along with worn, black basketball shoes. Once, while serving as a doctor at the Eastside Family Practice, she asked that her salary be lowered to $100 a week.
Rogge calls herself middle class. She makes enough money working temporary ER jobs around the state to pay for trips home to Illinois, her graduate film school work at UT, and even a student-movie postproduction party.
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