The Hard Lesson I Learned From Mixing Grief and Cannabis

This month, I am 2 years sober.

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tried my first edible in late 2016, around the time my daughter was dying. People had been dropping by my house with gifts of food, wine, and other comforts for a few weeks and a friend brought me a batch of weed-infused brownies.

“We tested them first,” she’d said. “They work.”

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Jacqueline Dooley

Jacqueline Dooley

Essayist, content writer, bereaved parent. Bylines: Human Parts, GEN, Marker, OneZero, Washington Post, Al Jazeera, Pulse, HuffPost, Longreads, Modern Loss