It’s a complex business, the naming of people and things. And there are laws about it, of course, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin loves a good old debate.
Liz Breslin pens some words of thanks and appreciation to her mum.
A frustrated Liz Breslin has a taxing time ringing Inland Revenue.
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.
We'll all be better off once we're properly sorted, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin on the lifestyle tightrope migrane sufferers learn to walk.
How lucky are we to live in a place where autumn makes everything all kinds of burnished beautiful, asks Liz Breslin.
As if it wasn’t confusing enough with having to worship the baby Jesus and the Easter Bunny in one weekend, this year there was Easter Ed, writes Lis Breslin.
You know, sometimes you have those days. Or weeks, even. Where the sun doesn't quite shine, metaphorically or actually, Liz Breslin writes.
This week, Liz Breslin on the joys of spending time in the great outdoors.
We are cruising at 40,000 feet and the weather at our destination is expected to be stormy, writes Lis Breslin.
New Year, new start ... I don’t really believe in any of that business of making change just because it’s the prescribed day, writes Liz Breslin.
"You won’t live as long as the fairies," a 6-year-old friend tells Liz Breslin.
You know how some people get all excited about ball-kicking world cups? For Liz Breslin, the equivalent is Festivalland.
The stories we tell ourselves about ourselves shape our lives, says Liz Breslin.
Most of us have this really weird elastic relationship with the years and months, weeks and days, hours and seconds that tick over and add up to our lives, writes Liz Breslin.
Sunday night, I went to bed relishing two whole actual long weeks without the regulation of hourly work bells, writes Liz Breslin.
How are you doing? Lovely day. Can you believe how warm it is for September?
Technology really can bring people closer, writes Liz Breslin.