December 24, 2019


This is the theme I was invited to speak on last month at the Global Women’s Forum. I had until the next morning to work out what to say to 1000 people, in under 60 seconds. No worries I told myself, You could blab for a week under wet cement.

But 30 minutes turned into an hour, and the few words I did wrangle from my pen kept chasing each other around in tiny circles. I realised that I felt completely unentitled to write a story of inclusion — because I had...

December 17, 2019

There is a way for young people to save our planet.

That’s the message from Pat O.Brown, CEO and founder of Impossible Foods.

Last week, I made it to COP25 to host a fireside chat between Pat and Chief Learning Officer of the Global Landscapes Forum, Salina Abraham. This was his advice to us and other budding change-makers.

But first: what makes a change-maker?

I know what it feels like to be young, with grand visions of the future, but little life experience to back you...

September 4, 2017

Flying cars, artificial intelligence, pig-human hybrids – such is the reality of the 21st century. Since the industrial revolution, society’s rate of change has been accelerating. However, one industry – arguably the most important in our evolution– has been left in a dusty corner of the 20th century: Education.

Growing up in an Australian town of 6,000, my formal education started at a small Catholic school where lessons on times tables and spelling were shrouded in the...

May 25, 2017

You’ve heard it all before. Sea levels are rising, weather patterns intensifying, and species disappearing faster than Trump’s EPA budget. 

These issues, plastered in our minds like ugly wallpaper, are fuelled not only by a sense of political inaction, but by the universal sense of powerlessness -- dubbed ‘ecophobia’.

I first encountered ecophobia when, at age 11, I watched Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth. My connection with the natural world ran deep (thanks to a childhoo...

November 23, 2016

I was strolling through the backstreets of Bali, sun warming my back as the day neared its end. A hop in my step, I bobbed along to the perky tune chirping in my ears.

A boy, who couldn’t have been a day over twelve, emerged from an alley to my right. I smiled at him. He wolf whistled at me.  I jerked my head away and schooled my features into bored neutrality, trying but failing to stamp down the sudden seething in my stomach. Deprived of a reaction, he began to trail me...

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