Spreading the panto magic
Spreading the panto magic
This is the start of panto week in the Upper Clutha, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Thinking Allowed
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.
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...
In the dark over mushrooms
In the dark over mushrooms
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.
Art and ash in equal measure
Art and ash in equal measure
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.
Judge not the nuance navigators
Judge not the nuance navigators
Unesco City of Literature residency writer Liz Breslin finds a way to cool off in Krakow. Or does she?
Liz Breslin: Attending to the tusks at hand
Attending to the tusks at hand
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.
Liz Breslin: Cheese is not a vegetable
Cheese is not a vegetable
How many emotions can you pack into the start of one sentence, wonders Liz Breslin.
Virtually in touch
Virtually in touch
Being away from home can today be a matter of so far and yet so near. A bit like cricket, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin: It won't be winter forever
It won't be winter forever
Now is the winter of our discontent - and there's plenty to get upset about.
A personal tribute to sports parenting
A personal tribute to sports parenting
Liz Breslin pays tribute to Sports Parents that she's seen and been.
The sweet scent of truth
The sweet scent of truth
Essential oils should be treated with the greatest respect, writes Liz Breslin.
No merit making spectacle
No merit making spectacle
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.
Festive feeling and a bit of a lift
Festive feeling and a bit of a lift
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.
Untying patriarchy's knots
Untying patriarchy's knots
I'm tying myself up in inarticulable knots this week, thinking about how to write about International Women's Day, writes Liz Breslin.
A sign of the times
A sign of the times
Eighty-nine years of bridge jumping and a sign is trying to stamp out decades of local history with no consultation or sense, writes Liz Brelin.
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.
Liz Breslin: Embracing wild
Embracing wild
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
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.
Skating on creative uncertainty
Skating on creative uncertainty
There are times when it 's very good to be able to overcome self-doubt. To dwell in a state of certainty, writes Liz Breslin.