“Of course I do, sweetheart. You’re the best.”

Candles were lit, lights turned low. Mellow music played in the background and I shared my first joint with my son. I took a toke, I toked the reefer and I slept for fourteen hours.

Note: Children can become the wise parent.

Slowly, I began to reenter the world.

I’m one of the fortunate widows. I was left with some means which meant I didn’t have to sling hash browns or sell shoes. I did, however, have to tighten my belt and think before I spent.

“He’s so adorable. What breed?”

“Wheaton Terrier. . . One thousand dollars.” The young man at Four Paws handed me the ten pounds of fluff.