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Barb: I'm going to go a step beyond the recommendations I've seen from others complimenting your wonderful prose. Why don't you put several pieces together (the angry, the passionate AND the reflective) and submit them to publishers in a proposal for a volume of essays? If you're not familiar with it, there is a reference work called the 1998 Writer's Market, which tells you how to go about this. many freelance writers use this at least to get started in publishing their work; it's available from Amazon.com I wish you luck Carole Cassidy At 04:10 PM 7/10/98 -0400, you wrote: > Dear Friends: The blessings that come with this damn disease >are few...but there are some, and you, my friends, well somedays being >with you just keeps me going, it really does.) The Walk of Life > "" developed Parkinson's Disease. Reflecting on these >early years, I have happily landed in a place in my acceptance of this >disease where I can laugh, with compassion, at the futility of my mother's >good intentions. The wrapping of the toes in sheep's wool before >practice, the unwrapping of the bloody feet afterward was too grinding a >procedure just to learn how to walk right, and I begged to be let out. > (Some days I would very much like to make a point, if I could remember >what it was that I started to say.) "" The underlying folly was the >author's assumption that there is only one way to to approach a chair, >exit a chair, enter a room, walk through and close a door, bend down (knees >only please) to pick up something, or turn. "" Here's a clip: " ": >"" as they trickle along a city street. " " " " >Now, that I've lost my chance I want it back. >"" I was walking like me! Barb Rager