Re: The walk of Life

[Carole Cassidy <ccassidy@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

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