Listen to this story: (If you can’t see the audio player, click here to listen on SoundCloud.) Singing was the only time I felt in control of my lungs and, paradoxically, able to forget about them. It was October and my shortness of breath had worsened after weeks of teasing improvement. I felt breathless walking or resting, lying down or sitting, working or watching Netflix, talking or silently meditating. But not while singing. Since my likely covid infection last June, I’ve grown familiar with the discomfort and frustration of feeling as if my body is not getting all the air…

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