New Year in Westport arrived complete with advice to leave. But Liz Breslin found plenty of reasons to hang about.
We are cruising at 40,000 feet and the weather at our destination is expected to be stormy, writes Lis Breslin.
It's becoming an epidemic. An epidemic with long-reaching health effects. No, I'm not having a rant at sugar, here. The epidemic is sugar-free.
Lego Therapy is a recognised thing, Liz Breslin writes, and brick-building brings calm, order and new avenues into her life.
They say, whoever they are, that learning new things keeps you younger. Which has Liz Breslin hovering, this summer, somewhere in her heady 20s.
A succulent bivalve opens the way for an annual festival in the North, writes Liz Breslin.
There are compelling reasons to swap your downhill skis for the bacon rasher-thin planks used on cross-country terrain, writes Liz Breslin.
Clicktivism is not just taking part in online petitions. It’s social co-ordination and awareness raising, one silly stunt at a time, Liz Breslin writes.
Anzac Day ceremonies are gathering popularity with young families throughout New Zealand. Hawea was no exception, Liz Breslin writes.
I have long wanted to wring the neck of the person or people who intimated that life should be fair. Because, reality check, it isn't and never will be, so get over it, Librans and egalitarians.
Superlatives struggle as hard as the walkers on the Milford Track, writes Liz Breslin.
Having exhausted every other angle on rugby this week, Liz Breslin's family started chatting about concussion tests.
We put a lot of store by happiness - whether we know it or not, Liz Brezlin writes.
At the end of the day, my wise Irish friend used to say, there is always the night, Liz Breslin writes.
In the years I spent tefling - teaching English as a foreign language - there were plenty of memorable times, mostly arising from linguistic mix-ups or sudden moments of clarity, especially when tefling in English-speaking countries with a whole range of cultures sorted according to how well they could conjugate and idiomise.
What's in a name?
Sitting around the lunch table with three generations, we wondered: Is the news mostly bad or sad these days?
You know how it is when you wake up in the morning with a supremely annoying lyric dancing around in your brain?
When I was young and ignorant, I thought the Great War sounded just that, great.
There are those who say maths is boring. But most of us know the truth. Maths is like oxygen: important and inescapable, lurking.