Picture this: you’re in the middle of a Zoom marathon or drowning in tied-up emails, your brain begging for five minutes of calm. You open the fridge, pull out a chilled Diet Coke, crack it open, feel ...

Although I rent in a nonsmoking building, my apartment frequently smells like I’m chain-puffing Marlboros 24/7. The smell’s sneaking through my vents, permeating the lobby, and wafting into the ...