The Reluctant Feminist

I grew up with two brothers, just one and two years older than me. There was no “girls vs boys” in our house, just competition. Backyard rugby started as a toddler, and from the very beginning, I was expected to hold my own. My dad used to call me Frank Bunce, the legendary New Zealand... Continue Reading →

An Ode to Family

Rather than a sailing update, this post is something more personal; a moment to reflect on what it feels like to lead this race as a young woman, and the conversations that come with it. It’s also an acknowledgement of the family I won’t be with this Christmas.During the last race, there was a lot... Continue Reading →

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