Sobs I have known
Sobs I have known
Crying is awesome as the antithesis to our manicured, screened, onscreen lives, Liz Breslin writes.
Thinking Allowed
Hook, line and sinker
Hook, line and sinker
They say, whoever they are, that learning new things keeps you younger. Which has Liz Breslin hovering, this summer, somewhere in her heady 20s.
Suffer not the little children
Suffer not the little children
Liz Breslin pens a Christmas letter in spirit of the season.
A part of the whole
A part of the whole
Thinking Allowed collumnist Liz Breslin ponders on the nature of competition.
Not in the spirit
Not in the spirit
Halloween is on the rise, but its modern incarnation is a tame sugar-fed beast, writes Liz Breslin.
The good, the grateful and the angry
The good, the grateful and the angry
It can pay to dwell on the not-so-positive if you want to get things done, says Liz Breslin.
The great unravelling
The great unravelling
As the fabric of society shows fatigue, it's time to wind the bobbin and thread the needle, Liz Breslin writes.
A full point to Wanaka after all
A full point to Wanaka after all
Liz Breslin considers the difference between a town and tourism logo.
We’ll always have the weather
We’ll always have the weather
Our weather obsession is a bit like our food obsession - know more and do less, Liz Breslin writes.
Swaddled in that warm fluorescent glow
Swaddled in that warm fluorescent glow
Liz Breslin finds some good things about working in an office.
Speaking your mind and other just causes
Speaking your mind and other just causes
This is not the Olympics, so perhaps we should speak without having to qualify, 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.
Perfect time to clear the air
Perfect time to clear the air
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.
In for the long run
In for the long run
A motivated Liz Breslin tackles the marathon and goes the distance.
All this automation puts humanity on hold
All this automation puts humanity on hold
Where have all the humans gone, Liz Breslin wonders.
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.
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.
You only need 10
You only need 10
At the end of the day, my wise Irish friend used to say, there is always the night, Liz Breslin writes.
Teaching clarity and charity
Teaching clarity and charity
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.
On dopamine high, skiing with Khaleesi
On dopamine high, skiing with Khaleesi
Over the school holidays, now drawing to an exhausted close, I have given up Facebook and taken up skiing.