Marie Low's fortnightly column, The Lowdown. Marie has more than 30 years experience as a journalist and communicator.
I was sitting on the bench outside the bedroom window the other day, having a happy moment looking at the garden and watching the puppy nosing around, when another world intruded. From inside the house I could clearly hear the start of the Married at First Sight reunion. I’m watching the blue
It seems it has taken a pandemic to make us all think about where and how we live. And finally, the country hicks who make regional and rural Australia their homes might be seen as making a wise choice, a socially responsible choice, even an ethically sound choice – all
I was floating in Lake Ainsworth idly wondering if Chris Hemsworth and his family would appear when I realised how absolutely happy I am that I am not famous. Apart from those with me, nobody gave a fig about the 50-year-old woman looking up at the blue sky, feeling wonderfully
How is it that dogs have less words, fewer expressions, but can tell us so completely that they love us? How is it that they are so pure in their happiness, so absolute in their misery? How is it that my blue friend Lily held us so completely with that