Today my daughter bought her first car - her dream car. Twenty-five years ago, I was single and nearly nine months pregnant, wondering if I could raise her alone. From a rough Long Beach neighborhood to temp jobs that became careers, I gave her everything I could while trying to heal from my own broken past. She grew into an independent force - a 3.8 GPA student who taught herself Excel before she could drive, who survived unimaginable trauma her senior year and chose to grad

There aren’t many spaces for moms of adult kids to gather, reflect, and just be real — especially those of us who proudly claim the words old and stoner. That’s why I started the Old Mom Stoner Club.