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November 15th, 2011 
Sharon Gill 
After a while is a poem about learning life’s lessons.
It’s probably one of the most sensible pieces of relationship advice I’ve ever seen.
So of course I had to mess with it.
There are a few variants posted on different poetry websites.
However, this, I believe, is the original poem …
November 13th, 2011 Sharon Gill 
See the picture on the left? That’s what came out of my cold water tap this morning.
This is our eThekwini-supplied drinking water.
What is the milky substance in our water, that clears from the bottom up but still has a chemical taste?
Whatever it is, it’s undrinkable.
November 5th, 2011 Sharon Gill 
Home used to be the place where your family was safe, or the country you chose to live in.
But things have changed.
Do I feel safe in my own home? No. Do I think of this country as home? Not anymore.
Home, for me, is going to be somewhere else.
October 29th, 2011 Sharon Gill 
Qantas has implemented a lock-out of all employees covered by industrial agreements currently on the negotiating table, in response to the industrial action taken by three unions.
The lock-out began at 5pm AEDT today (Saturday 29th October).
Aircraft currently in the air will complete the sectors they are operating. However, there will be no further Qantas domestic departures or international departures anywhere in the world.
October 16th, 2011 Sharon Gill 
Finding Jack – by Gareth Crocker
When the war ends, how do you leave your best friend behind?
This is a book I didn’t want to read. A story about a dog in war-torn Vietnam was guaranteed to be distressing, especially since it’s based on fact.
But the author promised me his book wouldn’t make me cry. He lied. Although I suppose it didn’t help that I read the book with my own three Labradors sprawled on the carpet at my feet.
