Moms Get High, Too

by Josh Jardine

It’s Mother’s Day! For many of you, the only connection between cannabis and this particular holiday will be recalling the numerous times you got stoned in high school and were 100 percent certain your sweet mom had no idea because you hid it so well. (Spoiler: She did know, dummy, she was just too tired to give a fuck. You would come home reeking of skunk, proceed to eat 4,800 calories, and watch MTV for hours. Your mom isn’t stupid.)

For others, it may bring up the divisions between you and your mother’s viewpoints regarding cannabis, made all the more intense by your belief that it would do your mom a universe of good if she would just chill out and get high. Maybe she’d stop asking if you knew that your cousin Claire had been accepted into medical school, and a good one, too, not that Grenada nonsense.

You’ve probably even seen the videos and blog posts by alt-weekly writers along the lines of “We Smoked Weed with Our Moms!” To be fair, this is a better story idea than my proposal: “We Took MDMA with Our Grandmothers!”

My own relationship with my mom and cannabis differs from most, so I never had to ask to see if she wanted to get high for a column—she’s been doing so for more than half a century.