When in doubt, drink tea, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Nothing you can buy will ever make you more whole. It’s always a good time of year to remember that gem of truth from Kate Tempest’s Hold Your Own, writes Liz Breslin.
I have, of late, remembered that I have a superpower that I have under-utilised for the last decade or so, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
This is my last column from Krakow. Hello. I think it's Saturday. And November. Is it? I missed a day somewhere on the dateline, I'm very completely massively liminally overadverbially...
Turns out there is much room for improvement in my appreciation of one of Poland's proud culinary/cultural traditions. Mushrooms. (Much room. See what I did there!?), writes Liz Breslin.
It's reasonable, when you're away from your people and your place, for an extended amount of time, to feel a little homesick, writes Liz Breslin.
Unesco City of Literature residency writer Liz Breslin finds a way to cool off in Krakow. Or does she?
So, hello from the other side. I'm staying at the Villa Decius, set in parkland almost equidistant to the airport and the Old Town Market Square of Krakow, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Being away from home can today be a matter of so far and yet so near. A bit like cricket, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
You can get used to anything, so they say. Just when you've got used to the newer, larger, shinier one-way-bridge sign, it gets replaced with more roadworks, writes Liz Breslin.
I always wanted to wear glasses, growing up. I felt it would mark me out as the intelligent being I would one day blossom into, writes Liz Breslin.
This week I am tending towards the euphoric. I've been spending time in festivalland, a kid in the Festival of Colour lollyshop, writes Liz Breslin.
People have been writing about friends and friendship since people have been writing, says Liz Breslin.