Coronavirus and a three-year-old

  A three-year-old, two minutes, a mic and no warning: Welcome to Finia Fridays. In this first interview, we talk COVID-19, social distancing and the locked-down state of international air travel. Kind of. Me: Finia, what’s in the air and what are we scared of when we touch each other? Three-year-old: Um, coronavirus. And what … Continue reading

On running and crying

  There’s a part of my running route, a short and gentle uphill climb that turns a right corner at the top, where the path curves round a busy set of traffic lights.  I’ve come to remember sections of my runs by what I was listening to when I trod each section. Or maybe it’s … Continue reading

Note to self: Open when feeling broody

It’s 9:47pm and you’re three speedy glasses of cab sav in. Speedy, because, possibly, some self-medication is going down here. Three, because, well, your two-year-old daughter has only just gone to bed and it took somewhere close to ten solid attempts to get her to stay there. The final time confirmed what you suspect is … Continue reading

Bedtime, Bondi

The Southern Cross sits above the avocado tree and the slow, steady flap of a bat beats rhythm into the shrill electric static of the night’s white noise. Crickets, frogs, the bite of a motorbike revving as it pulls up, up, out of the bowl. Mosquitos leave nothing unpunctured, their leafy homes alive with the … Continue reading