I don’t know the exact day, but it was sometime last year, when I was in my third trimester of pregnancy, and I noticed it—the air I breathe. I was driving to work and sitting in traffic. I realized that I’d forgotten to press the recirculation button on my air conditioning console; I could smell the sour breath of the exhaust from the car in front of me and I panicked. All these years that I’ve commuted to work, listened to loud music, and lived in some of the most polluted urban locales, I never thought twice about air quality. But on this particular day I was terrified, because I had a growing life inside of me who would be sharing the air. The thought of her breathing it in made me sick. Read more >


























