Clean Air Journal

Community Chronicles 2: Gerica Cammack

Community Chronicles 2: Gerica Cammack

“We were so close to it. I could taste it in my mouth. The smell was in the house. I felt like I couldn’t get away from it. I couldn’t let my window up; I couldn’t let my window down. It’s in the ground. It’s in the foundation.”

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The Ghosts Over The Mountain

The Ghosts Over The Mountain

Imagine a moment of bliss. Euphorically tilting your head to the sky and basking in the sun for a moment you wish could last forever. The air around you is crisp and light but warm enough to embrace you like a sweatered hug. Where are you? Perhaps a hillside? Are you overlooking a city in the valley or far from the bustle of life in a hidden canopy untouched by man? Surprisingly Birmingham has these pockets that are just the right place to experience this moment of existential bliss but only in the “right” places. 

The Sun Is Crying

The Sun Is Crying

I am afraid to be outside for the first summer in my 25 years. A few weeks ago, I thought this was another season of excessive smiles, “positive vibes,” and the resurgence of cutoff shorts. That was before I realized the danger was beaming directly on nature lovers’ crowns.