Spring in full swing

Cyclic breathing, local produce, and the comfiest backyard slides

Like a smoosh-faced pug, I’ve had trouble breathing all of my life. 

As a child of Asian immigrants in America, though, I was raised on the belief that going to the doctor for anything that isn’t life-threatening is an extravagance. So I spent 33 years getting 60% of the airflow of a normal human. 

Last year, I finally went in to get tested for asthma, so…