Liz Breslin

Sitting in the dentist's chair is one of the last refuges of single-tasking.

The news that our terrorism alert levels have gone from very low to low in the past few weeks has brought to mind those swingometer rural fire warning rainbow charts.

After a week at home with the flu (the real sort, the doctor said), we'd tried most things.

Let's face it. There's a lot wrong with the world these days. But two things make me really mad. Stainless steel pineapple slicers and planned obsolescence. Let me explain.

Altruism might not be such a fashionable thing these days: in the culture of the selfie we're encouraged to consider, enhance and preen ourselves before we ever get to thinking about others in society.

Here is a millstone to grow up with: big boys don't cry.

Last week a friend opined that if there was a pill you could take three times daily to give you all the food nutrition you need, she'd never cook another meal.

It would be much easier to adopt a poker face if we were in control.

A little procrastination can go a long way. Even when it's not on your to-do list.

In 1990, Andre Agassi starred in commercials for a camera brand.

Some people notice shoes, right? Walk down the street and that's what they'll look at.

A new year is as good a time as any to usher in the new and reap the harvest.

Help me out here. How does an otherwise mostly intelligent woman end up watching a YouTube video in which a North American teen voice croons a folk tune about zombies eating his brain to a video background of Minecraft graphics? And this before breakfast.

It is easy to forget that some things were never memories.