In September 2011, I was trapped by a grassfire during an ultramarathon. This is what I remember. I remember the hot Kimberly sun beating down, burning my already burnt skin. I remember accidentally sitting on…
Turia PittSeptember 13, 2021
Hey mate, I want to take you back to 2011... It’s less than a month since I’ve been burnt and I’m trapped in the intensive care unit with a tracheostomy, covered head to toe in…
Turia PittJuly 4, 2021
When I was at uni, I decided to enter a Miss Earth beauty pageant. We wore bikinis when we were talking about the particular environmental issue we were passionate about (very serious ?). I’d probably…
Turia PittMay 14, 2021
Hello my friend! A few months ago, Samuel Johnson invited me to write a letter to my Mum, for his new book Dear Mum. I leapt at the chance, because: a) you know I like writing…
Turia PittMay 9, 2021
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 my second ever Mother’s Day. I’d come home from a surf to find Michael and Hakavai in the driveway, in the car, with the engine revving. “C’mon darl, jump in, we’re going camping!”…
Turia PittMarch 21, 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
