I had a lovely surprise mid-morning. I unexpectedly heard a knock at my front door, and when I went to answer the knock, I was momentarily nonplussed. A bearded tradie in shorts, boots, shirt and hat was standing there. Then he spoke, and recognition flooded in – it was Darren,...
When I turned 80, I felt that my life was almost over. Deciding I needed some social connection and a new challenge, I joined June’s local community writing group. A year later, I have published my first book. Rather than stay at home and feel sorry for myself, I went...
Anorexia Nervosa has no map. The pathways are not linear. For years, my eating disorder has kept me adrift – no destination, boundaries, or directions. My anorexic mind trapped me in a web of twisted roads, confusing my sense of logic and damaging my navigational skills. The route teemed with...
By Maree Wallace I first met Mary Salce when I became involved in the Women Who Mean Business (WWMB) project in 2004. We bonded immediately and have been friends since. Mary is warm and friendly to everyone but also very persuasive and focused. With Mary’s encouragement, I participated in the...
By Catherine Noy I first met Mary Salce in 1993 when preparing for the Inaugural International Agricultural Women’s Conference, which was showcased in Melbourne, Victoria, in July 1994. At this time, I had recently finished working for the Victorian Government’s Department of Agriculture and was home-based, operating a freelancing administration...
My writing encompasses seemingly diverse genres of academic writing on rural policy, regional development and transformative community engagement and personal poems. I write to develop an authentic mother tongue connecting people and the landscapes they inhabit. My focus is rural lifestyle and the interdependence of urban and rural communities. Publications...
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