One day last week, I looked up and saw an eagle hovering over our backyard. It circled Rahiti, and my motherly instinct went into overdrive. I envisaged one of those YouTube videos where a giant…
Turia PittApril 1, 2021
It was a rigmarole getting my hospital records in the first place. “Yes, I know, but I need the records relating to my nose operations” I politely spoke down the line. “Yes, I’ve had heaps…
Turia PittMarch 14, 2021
“C’mon kids, let’s go on an adventure!” Dad roared down the hallway. I groaned inwardly. Dad’s adventures were … unusual. There was the time he made us collect a dead fish from the beach so…
Turia PittMarch 3, 2021
In 2019, when Hakavai was a year old, I signed up for the Mountain Run at the Kathmandu Coast to Coast. A 30 kilometre course forging through rivers, over boulders, and up a mountain range.…
Turia PittJanuary 14, 2021
On the 1st of January last year, I wrote a list. Not a list of goals and resolutions for the year ahead….. I wrote a doomsday list. Here’s a screenshot ('scuse the typos!): …
Turia PittJanuary 11, 2021
I’m competitive. A simple board game with me can get heated. Vicious. Brutal. And when I play with my family, who are all exceptionally similar when it comes to ‘lighthearted games to pass the time’…
Turia PittDecember 23, 2020
So, I was on my first run back after having my baby. A big step! To be safe, I’d waited until I was physically ready and, once cleared by my physio, had planned to go…
Turia PittDecember 21, 2020
My girl is stretched out on a hospital bed before me. Machines are whirling and whistling all around her. Lights are flashing and blinking. It reminds me of a Christmas tree except it’s not Christmas…
Turia PittDecember 11, 2020
I love the ocean. Sometimes it reflects my moods. Some days I wake up and it’s moody and sombre. And other times the sky is red and the sun is rising and the ocean is…
Turia PittNovember 22, 2020
