Last Thanksgiving was the first time I had returned home since going away to college.
I had a nice place in a new town where I was focused on getting my degree.
Between that and my new girlfriend, I hadn’t had time to go see my parents in a few months. It was a wonderful return trip home, with lots of good food, and getting to know my parents in a different light. They both seemed to be acting differently, and I came to realize that they weren’t different – they were just being themselves, which included my mom smoking cannabis. Mom had always been a huge cannabis smoker, I learned, she had just kept it hidden from me through my entire life up until now. I was blown away that cannabis wasn’t something she had just discovered. It had been there all along, but she was so careful about when she used cannabis I never suspected it. Since she cooked so much, Mom often ground up her cannabis and baked it into cookies, brownies, or banana bread. I never liked banana bread, which is why she usually filled it with cannabis, because she knew I’d never eat any. After my shock wore off, I rolled up a joint, and for the first time in my life I got to smoke cannabis with my sweet old mother! It was the first time but not the last, because now the secret is out we can all smoke as much marijuana as we want. No more secrets in our family, and everyone gets high.