Blogging doesn't come as naturally as it did for me as an indoor kid desperate for attention community or a discontented college student. Now it comes with much more self-flagellating pressure to produce something more valuable than the glorified data-entry demands of my administration day job. Now my creative brains meets every inspiration with an… Continue reading sunday love letters: to my stoner sheroes
Let's just get this ubiquitous sentence-starter over with on this very first post - As a vegan, I was frustrated by the lack of edible options in my neighborhood. I'm a Washingtonian born and raised, and this is well before weed was legal and every shop had every kind of oil infusion in a bottle. I knew a handful of, *ahem,* small-business owners, so cannabutter was readily available to me. That's all well and good, but I needed options. No shame in this game, but can we go ahead and say that I was an adult at this point so that I don't have to make the disclaimer that developing brains should not be playing with mind-altering substances? Great, let's move on.