The first inhale…

 

When you’ve nothing but

honey, soup and tea for days…

Resting and neti,

steams send maladies away

The sinus fog lifts

revealing night air 

refreshing,

and sweet,

nothing compares.

 

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...

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