The Hard Lesson I Learned From Mixing Grief and Cannabis
This month, I am 2 years sober.
I 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.”