Fun fact, or not so fun, depending on which side of the destruction you’re on, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
We met in the summer of 1999 in Perth. We partied like it was, too. And we talked. Kat had The Book of Questions, which she gifted to me when one of us left, and through it we, and the rest of the...
A lockdown habit I’ve kept, as I walk along the lake track each day, is to take a camera snap of the expanse of beach and send it to extraordinary friends in exotic places - Luggate, Wellington, Melbourne, writes Liz Breslin.
Being a child of maths teachers, I have been known to find solace and surety in numbers, writes Liz Breslin.
"The chi inside is the same as the chi outside. There is only this chi, and we are a part of this chi."
This week the postie brought me a yellow-beige book-shaped packet. And I was excited, because surely, surely it was my long-awaited copy of The Tree and the Vine, writes Liz Breslin.
Hello, I’m a nice regular white person from a white town and I’m not a racist, but I’m getting a bit worried about all these racists on the news. What should I do? writes columnist Liz Breslin.
This week I had that flat-tyre feeling. I’m not talking in metaphors here - but in the actual factuals of trying to get through the day by getting on a bike, writes Liz Breslin.
You haven’t hugged a friend in weeks. You’re starting to feel like one of those experimental monkeys from the ’60s who would choose a fluffy cuddle over a bottle of milk, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin has been overcoming her emoji-anxiety in the past couple of weeks.
Poems are an excellent source of social cohesion and symbolic coping, writs Liz Breslin.
OK, so I peaked too soon. Day one and I was already vacuuming little pockets of home-hacked hair from my carpet, writes Liz Breslin.
If I had my way, every day would be a dress-up day, writes Liz Breslin.
Thank you for your time in filling out this survey. This survey may look like other surveys you have filled out in the past but this is only in your imagination, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin.on what to do in a screwed up world.
You pick out your outfit the night before, to save time and also to quell the questions running around your mind, writes Liz Breslin.
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.
This is the start of panto week in the Upper Clutha, writes columnist 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.