Stories

Friday morning. 6am. The phone rings. It’s Michael. I’d been down the coast, visiting family with the boys for a few weeks. We were now making our way back up to FNQ. I was hanging…

“Dad, my wetsuit is gone!” my brother Genji stammers. We’re on school holidays and we’ve been surfing all day, every day. I’m neat and conscientious so after every surf my wetsuit is turned the right…

It was an oblong smothered in newspaper (Mum is fantastic at many, many things, but gift wrapping is not one of them). I picked up the parcel, held it to my face and inhaled. The…

A cold, blustery wind had sprung up from the south. The surf roared beneath our house, perched high up on the clifftops. Each time a wave crashed onto the rock platform below, our house would reverberate, the…

“So, what does Pitty actually do?" "Oh, you know, like she's on Instagram a fair bit, and she um, teaches people stuff? And speaks. You know." For years, I've listened to my friends and family…

Hey champ,This letter comes with the following content warning:I wrote this delusional conglomerate of words as a sleep deprived Mum, the night of Hakavai’s first birthday. And yes, it’s written from the perspective of my…