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.
Liz Breslin asks a few questions about our ideas.
Colour therapy. It’s a thing, writes Liz Breslin.
Doodling, as long as you don’t overthink it, is good for you, writes Liz Breslin.
Crying is awesome as the antithesis to our manicured, screened, onscreen lives, Liz Breslin writes.
They say, whoever they are, that learning new things keeps you younger. Which has Liz Breslin hovering, this summer, somewhere in her heady 20s.
Liz Breslin pens a Christmas letter in spirit of the season.
Thinking Allowed collumnist Liz Breslin ponders on the nature of competition.
Halloween is on the rise, but its modern incarnation is a tame sugar-fed beast, writes Liz Breslin.
It can pay to dwell on the not-so-positive if you want to get things done, says Liz Breslin.
As the fabric of society shows fatigue, it's time to wind the bobbin and thread the needle, Liz Breslin writes.
Liz Breslin considers the difference between a town and tourism logo.
Our weather obsession is a bit like our food obsession - know more and do less, Liz Breslin writes.
Liz Breslin finds some good things about working in an office.
This is not the Olympics, so perhaps we should speak without having to qualify, Liz Breslin writes.