The quietest of birthdays this year, with buckets of snow dumping on the ground, giving the birthday girl plenty of reason to stay in bed all day.

Birthday landed on a Saturday, the kids gone for the weekend with their dad. A winter storm rolled in and I begun a day of continuous pot smoking/vaping. Deeply inspired by the amazing Lucy Hilmer I made the decision to forgo clothing and take a few pictures. It makes sense right? Birthday selfie, in your birthday suit. In between bong rips I set up the tripod.

They turned out okay, but I’m not the type to blog nudie pics. I guess everyone will have to wait 20 years or so to see the un-cropped versions. When it’s less a vanity project and more like a significant body of work.

32 seems like a non event. It’s not young, its not old. Its not even middle aged. My husband spoiled me as usual and mostly I just relished the February of 2015, when I was not young, not old, but content in my life with an always loaded bong by my side.

The Stoner Mom Birthday portrait


The Stoner Mom is a pulled-together, WAHM, SAHM, boo-boo kissing supermom. Most would assume she is not stoned. Most would be quite wrong.

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