In this personal essay, one cannabis user reflects on her personal journey with spirituality and smoking pot.

It was an odd situation, moving to the heart of Utah valley at the age of twelve so that my Mom could be with her new girlfriend. We’d already moved around six times, but this was different. We were suddenly surrounded by Mormonswho apparently didn’t agree with the idea of women being together. So it surprised me everyday that when I came home from school with an invitation to go somewhere, my stepmother even let me. She grew up Mormon, already having experienced the grief and backlash for natural human desires such as her own. I imagine she encouraged my baptism to get me out of the house, already having expressed her displeasure for taking on a second child.

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