All this automation puts humanity on hold
Where have all the humans gone, Liz Breslin wonders.
Thinking Allowed
In search of a single idea
In search of a single idea
Liz Breslin asks a few questions about our ideas.
Volunteering good for volunteers, too
Volunteering good for volunteers, too
Saturday marked the end of National Volunteering Week, but every week is a volunteering week for me, although usually with slightly less cake, writes Liz Breslin.
In the midst of a mitten
In the midst of a mitten
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, writes Liz Breslin. The fridge is stuffed, the house is full and the car parks in town are more crowded than the mitten in that Ukrainian folk tale.
Where words matter
Where words matter
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...
Making it count
Making it count
Sometimes the numbers don't add up to much of anything, Liz Breslin writes.
A concussed guide to cool
A concussed guide to cool
Having exhausted every other angle on rugby this week, Liz Breslin's family started chatting about concussion tests.
In for the long run
In for the long run
A motivated Liz Breslin tackles the marathon and goes the distance.
No tension necessary
No tension necessary
Technology really can bring people closer, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin: Tackling a taxing matter
Tackling a taxing matter
A frustrated Liz Breslin has a taxing time ringing Inland Revenue.
Liz Breslin: Embracing wild
Embracing wild
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Liz Breslin: Wings on my heels
Wings on my heels
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.
Little rays of sunshine
Little rays of sunshine
After a week at home with the flu (the real sort, the doctor said), we'd tried most things.
A wafer for your thoughts
A wafer for your thoughts
As our beings and doings are more publicly exposed by the speeding social rotations of the world, I find it increasingly hard to be sincere, to hold a conversational opinion that matters without the equivalent of a flippant emoticon at the end of each tentative statement, Liz Breslin writes.
40 years on, still straining to open doors
40 years on, still straining to open doors
The Donald. He loves the women. Though you wouldn't think it. Because he's not actually all about them as people. More as arm candy. Or property. But where's the harm, right?, Liz Breslin asks.
Small talk and big ideas
Small talk and big ideas
How are you doing? Lovely day. Can you believe how warm it is for September?
This one's for you, mum
This one's for you, mum
Liz Breslin pens some words of thanks and appreciation to her mum.
Finessing the facts
Finessing the facts
Once upon a time, I was at one of those meetings where people do that icebreaker chat that goes - Tell us a secret about yourself. This was my big reveal: I love watching Next Top Model, writes LIz Breslin.
Motherhood can and does take many forms
Motherhood can and does take many forms
OPINION: This week I have been thinking about motherhood, which is a dangerous thing.
Rough enough
Rough enough
When I lived in Japan for a year, I saw many marvellous things. A photo booth in Osaka that could merge two faces to show you what your offspring might look like.A vending machine selling hot coffee on the top of Mt Fuji. Shops that sold sock glue. Students that wore thick white ruched socks held halfway up their legs with sock glue.