I am not a tomboy…

           I vividly remember the first time I got the courage to ask my mom for a bit of independence. I asked  to be allowed to walk the three or so blocks from my elementary to her workplace. She vehemently responded in the negative and when presented with the argument that my brothers were allowed to do that very thing at my age she countered with “Well, they were allowed to because they are boys.”  Given hat I had already expended all my emotional energy on gathering the courage to make this request, I was unable to properly express (or process) the instant rage that filled me at hearing my mother imply that boys are more capable than girls. My mom always encouraged her daughters to be strong, independent women who can do anything they put their minds to and here she was basically telling me that 1) my brothers were more mature/capable at my age to walk 3 blocks (because assuming she gave us equal instructions on how to stay safe etc we SHOULD be equally capable right?) 2) it is perfectly ok to curtail an individual’s behaviors based solely on societal expectations and not individual merit and 3) the world is a dangerous place for women and you in particular are incapable of navigating it on your own.  I would shortly learn that it was not only my mom who had these double standards.

            Unbeknownst to me, these double standards were based on  principles of heteronormativity and toxic masculinity. All I knew was, these rules are stupid and I refuse to follow them unless they make sense to me for logical reasons. It was in this fashion that I came to develop my sense of self as a girl who, though not “girly” was definitely NOT a boy. I loved to wear over sized t-shirt, shorts and pants, unless it was something that appealed to my color preferences/attitude/interests that I deemed super cute.  Choosing to ignore gender roles when it came to expressing myself allowed me to steals my brothers’ clothes yet, I was always reminded that society will be there to shove you in the direction of conforming since my mom would only let me stray so far into the masculine side of thing. (No extra large demin jacket, her brother left in the garage for months for Mari but the medium t-shirts were ok to have)

            In addition to stoking a rebellious fire in my belly this incident prompted me to reject the notion of gender roles as a whole because , if gender roles are bull (as evidenced by the treatment of women compared to men, all other things being equal) then genders themselves must be bull too.  I mean think about it: people get mocked and/or bullied when they act outside of these roles so if the roles didn’t exist people could behave as they wish. At the same time I was rejecting all this though, I was also heavily buying into the contentious binary system we have set up in American society. I saw males as intellectual inferior (as evidenced by the social/emotional/multi-tasking incompetence) , emotionally stunted (because what else would explain their constant rude behavior?), and generally incapable of deeper levels of thinking/feeling.

            Fast forward about a decade and I am a program leader in an after school program. Now, I had been with this particular group of kids for the last 1.5 school years so they knew: Ms. Maria don’t play.  Ms. Maria knows a bunch and has super fun activities but there are structures in place we must follow for things to work smoothly. The two most important of Ms. Maria’s rules were: 1) all words have meaning, use them with care and 2) no gender stereotyping.  It was the beginning of a new school year so I was doing my usual start of year refresher for the returning kids and intro for the new kids when one of the new kids pipes up “Are you a tomboy?” Now, my mind is going into overdrive with all the reasons this term is steeped with negativity for and my body is doing the auto-reject of something so offensive to your senses that my hands involuntarily clench.  So, here I am completely aware that I can’t go on my usual gender rant in front of 20 or so 3rd graders over what they perceive as an innocent question. I remember that Ms. Maria’s job is to be the person that she wished was there for her in her childhood: a guide to help distinguish my own voice and opinions despite what I am told I “should be.”  To that effect, I proceed to explain that “No, I’m not a tomboy because I am not any sort of boy I am a girl. When we say a person can or cannot so certain things solely because they are a boy or a girl, it is wrong. There is no reason some things are “only” for one set of people. Society, the people in the world we live in, decided they were okay with things being separated like this and Ms. Maria disagrees. So no, I’m not a tomboy I am a girl that does not like form fitting clothes or make-up. This doesn’t make me a boy but even if it DID, does that mean there is something wrong with being a boy?” The kids who were returning had this “There goes Ms. Maria, again” look on their faces while the new kids looked like they were making up their minds about this strange new “teacher” and I thought to myself “Good, Ms. Maria has succeeded in getting kids to think.”

At the Intersection of Autism and Race…with Some Cannabis in the Mix

         Today is International Women’s Day. As such I’ve been seeing many posts highlighting women’s struggles in already marginalized groups (i.e. women of color, queer women, disabled women etc.). While I am glad to see that these articles exist I keep noticing how a lot of them are written by white women and they seem to be missing a key point when they write things like “just be yourself”: sometimes being your true self is dangerous simply because of the color of your skin. I love activism and activists and encourage everyone to be vocal about creating a better world for the powerless in our society but you’re fooling yourself if you think white activists face the same amount of danger during a protest than activists of color.

          It’s a fact every child of color learns at some point in their lives,sometimes even before becoming school aged, whether explicit or implicit: your life will be inherently more dangerous/stressful/doubt-ridden due to a physical characteristic you cannot change, in a society which can change but does so slowly and with A LOT of violence along the way.

         As a kid, I was constantly told by my family to stop doing certain thing or that certain thoughts I expressed were “weird.” I came to accept that I was (am still am) “the weird one” but as an adult I realized that I could’ve been waaaaaaay weirder. One of the reasons I’m not is because my parents taught me the secret language of “safe behaviors around white people.” I didn’t realize this was what they were doing whenever they reprimanded me for being too loud, too expressive or too effusive. They probably didn’t realize they were also doing it when talking to their friends about how I’m “so quiet and well behaved ” (code for doesn’t question authority, avoids conflict and doesn’t express own thoughts/ideas for fear of being labeled weird or worse).  Another thing that added difficulty to my experience of life is that I’m pretty intelligent. Yes, it did make certain things like school and finding patterns in behavior I could emulate so as to not fly above the radar but it also made not thinking about why very,very difficult. Why did everyone seem to buy into societal norms so easily? Why couldn’t they take the data in front of them, process it rationally, as well as emotionally to some degree, and then make a decision on how to behave so that it benefits the world as a whole? Trying to think about all that while navigating an American school system and Guatemalan/Mexican-American home made life as a teen interesting to say the least.

          My parents had a sense of the difficulty I would face for stepping too far outside the “normal” (cisgender, heterosexual, traditional female) and tried to get me to behave accordingly. When I pushed back they did not put up a fight and let me be a bit of a “tomboy” sure, but they still always made me wear dresses to formal occasions.  I remember being in grade school and getting some sort of Christmas-shopping-gift-experience for low income students. As we were walking down the sidewalk one of the chaperones announces we have to pair up 1 kid:1 chaperone. One of the chaperone chuckles and tells me and my all girl group of friends “One of you can come with me but you might end up with all boy clothes since I have 3 sons.” Now, at this point I had firmly rejected the idea that girls were bound to the traditional female gender role but, the idea that a girl could actively pursue the boy gender role,even if merely in dress??? My pre-pubescent heart leapt at the thought however, was quickly shut down by the oh so active Super Brain, which reminded me that I was already weird and didn’t want to draw more attention to myself for fear of ridicule from peers and siblings, rejection from parents and other things I couldn’t name because I had never been introduced to any ideas that weren’t “safe.” My parents made the usual gay jokes, so common in the 90’s but “obviously didn’t mean anything by it.” They were not purposefully malicious, just had never been exposed to, or cared to find out about LGBT culture because they were too bust doing things like earning money to keep themselves and their family alive. All these experiences are far too common for queer people of color.

            All the thing discussed above are pretty much magnified 1,000,000,000x when you’re autistic. I believe it is even more difficult for those of us who were not aware of their autism until adulthood. When my girlfriend called me autistic on out third date there was a brief moment of confusion followed immediately by denial. Being a therapist however, I decided to stop and really think about it because, obviously, “I’m way too socially competent to be autistic right??!?!” All of a sudden it clicked, “All the “weird shit” I do is in fact, autistic, *breathes sigh of relief* The reason I know how to be socially competent is because it was drilled into me thanks to traditional gender roles and my anxiety around displeasing people AND THIS IS COMPLETELY WRONG.*breathes sigh of resignation*.” As I was going through my memories trying to collective evidence for or against an autism self-diagnosis I remembered back to one of my early meetings with a then-SO’s friends. This SO had a weekly dinner with pals at a local burger joint and we went as often as we could. I would always stay in the car while he went to get in line because 1) I needed to mentally prepare for being around these new people, in a loud environment where most of said new people and I had pretty much nothing in common and 2) in order to aid this process I would load my sativa cart into my vape pen and take a few meditative puffs before heading inside.  Now, of the 10 or so people that showed up every week only one of them shared my interest and enthusiasm for cannabis. One week, the mostly male get together actually had enough women so we could sit at our own table. I was reflecting on the rarity of an all woman space when someone asked what I was thinking and in true autistic fashion I launch into the thought process that led me to reflecting on the immediate happiness I was feeling at being in a female space, calm enough to enjoy it yet also wishing I could express my delight in finding that cannabis helps me get out of my head enough to enjoy the present moment. This, of course,  fell upon deaf ears as most of they did not care about cannabis and were so used to men dominated spaces that it did not bother them. (Again, why not?!?! Do they not feel the same freedom in women only spaces? If they do, do they not care?) So I returned to my happy little shell, eating my delicious garlic cheeseburger and enjoyed observing the neurotypicals do their thing.

           Cannabis helped reduce symptoms of anxiety enough for me to process other feelings or think more objectively about situation XYZ. Maybe, this is because my brain is wired different, maybe this is because cannabis plays on emotional and physical parts of our system but the end result stands: cannabis can be a tool to alleviate anxiety related symptoms when used in non-excessive amounts.

Undercover Queer

           I am a born and bred Californian.  I am also Guatemalan/Mexican.  My whole life I have struggled with balancing these two identities so that I was able to make to it adulthood relatively unscathed by social ridicule. For example, my mom, being the traditional Guatemalan woman that she is, upheld the feminine ,make up clad, domestic role (and insisted this was necessary to get a man ) while at the same time constantly reminding me and my sister  to never depend on a man for anything because we, as women, are as strong or stronger than men. I pretty much disregarded anything that complied with traditional gender roles and femininity yet because I liked boys and wasn’t too “out there” with my tomboyish-ness I was allowed a pass from my traditional family.

           One lovely summer day teenaged me was at home brooding over the injustice of the world and having conservative parents who won’t let me date etc. when the thought occurred to me: this would NOT be an issue if I was a lesbian (as I was sure the reason my parents would not let me date was the fear of pregnancy.) Of course, then I imagined telling them this (just for kicks of course!) and claiming one of my two best friends was my girlfriend so I could go about a secret dating life. I stopped to consider which friend I would say was my girlfriend and realized I was not attracted to either of them. This was my only consideration as to whether I liked girls for the first 25-ish years of my life. Nevermind the fact that I made a point to watch and Jessica Alba project because “I appreciate her aesthetics” or that Nicole Kidman was becoming one of my favorites on screen because “everyone can appreciate a beautiful woman right?” I was somehow blinded to my own bisexuality because of this ingrained belief that sexuality was an either/or situation: either your gay or straight.

            About a decade later I am on a camping trip and it hits me like a ton of bricks: I like girls romantically, sexually and in platonic relationships. As someone who considers herself an independent, free thinking, Californian it came as quite a shock that I was able to deny that for so long. Reflecting upon it I realized I started having crushes on girls in early adolescence and reframed it so it fit better with societies narrative which, at the time, I was not ready to challenge. I mean, I started challenging gender roles and society’s narrative of women as weak at like, 8 years old, but I was always very careful not to go too far. I needed to stay safe because my skin is brown in a world dominated by whites. No one ever explicitly stated this to me but it was in everything I watched. Every time I did not see a reflection of me on screen the message was “this is how white people act. These are societal expectations. Fit these as best you can.”  Since I never saw an explicitly queer person “acting normal” (i.e. not overly flamboyant/promiscuous/made fun of) they didn’t exists for me, therfore, I couldn’t be one, right?

           In the last couple years I’ve been lucky enough to find great communities in both the cannabis and LGBTQ+ realms and I find my story is not all that unique yet there seems to still be this taboo around cannabis that prevents overlap in the communities yet,   “Public health researchers have already established that bisexual women use cannabis at much higher rates than straight and lesbian women.” Some cannabis companies,like Flow Kana, are actively working to bring the LGBTQ+ and cannabis community together by participating in events like SF Pride but we have a long way to go!  The communities I have been a part of have  taught me a lot about myself and I’m hoping to create more spaces where diversity is a priority and cannabis can be had for all.


Fences, Tolkien and Changes

***Warning: Nerd post ahead!***

                    I am re-reading the Lord of The Rings in an attempt to stave off my fourth read through of the Song of Ice and Fire series.(I mean seriously, how long are we supposed to wait for the last two books?!?!?!) I love the world Tolkien created and the detail with which everything is described. I admit, on occasion I get bored of the descriptions of scenery but then some course of dialogue will remind me why I should pay better attention. One of my favorite things about re-reading a novel is how one notices different things on the second (or third) time around. I always wonder if this is due to age, experience, or a combination of too many variables to name. I’m guessing it’s the last one.

                      Last time I read LOTR was about 5 years ago. Take a moment and think about how your life was in 2013 versus how it is now. Think of all the experiences- both positive and negative- that changed you. For me, the main change from then to now is that I have learned to live a life that’s more true to myself than true to what society expects. Yes, I’ve been vocal about doing this from the time I was 12 but the truth of it was I still conformed. I conformed in order to feel safe. I conformed because I got positively reinforced to. I conformed because it afforded me the luxury of passing as “normal” and afforded me opportunities I would not have otherwise had if I had expressed my true feelings and opinions. I’ve been lucky to have people in my life that have inspired me to live more authentically. My work in the cannabis field is a direct result of this. It has led me to see the world from a different perspective and I feel like that’s why when Frodo was reminded that ” The wide world is all about you. You can fence yourselves in but you cannot forever fence it out.”  I let out an audible huh and put the book down.

                 The above quoted is EXACTLY why I am doing things like leading a Parenting and Cannabis workshop. People, parents especially, are very concerned with “keeping safe” and avoiding danger or curtailing the life experience so that no “precious” ever has a negative experience in their life. No bad influences, how is that a bad thing right? Wrong. Just because we don’t want things to be a certain way does not mean that reality will change to suit our needs. So go ahead and be  angry, and scared, the unknown IS scary, but the more you learn about the less unknown (thus less scary) it becomes. I love doing my part to change the world one person, one baby step at  a time, and I truly believe that we can keep cannabis from become the absolute mess that alcohol and nicotine are in this society. We need to refute the myth of cannabis as a gateway drug  by “coming out” as professionals, parents, and successful people who also happen to use cannabis. We need to dispel the rumors about cannabis having “no medicinal benefits” with facts and studies on the benefits of cannabis.

For those that did not know, here is the official DEA classification of cannabis:

Schedule I Controlled Substances

Substances in this schedule have no currently accepted medical use in the United States, a lack of accepted safety for use under medical supervision, and a high potential for abuse.

Some examples of substances listed in Schedule I are: heroin, lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD), marijuana (cannabis), peyote, methaqualone, and 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine (“Ecstasy”)


If you’re thinking “really?!? Heroin and cannabis in the same category?” good! We can change things for the better. We have to be committed to evidence based practices and building community for cannabis prohibition to truly be at an end.

Bubonic Chronic

I LOVE 90’s rap hip-hop and r&b. I am particularly fond of Tupac, Snoop, Dre, Nate Dogg, Missy Elliot, Biggie, TLC and Bone Thugs N Harmony. As I was listening to Gin and Juice for the 1 millionth time it occurred to me that the “bubonic chronic” that made Snoop “back up off it” must have been bomb for the time but how would it compare now? Of course this results in me thinking about the fact that Tupac was one of those that was alive to experience Dre’s bubonic chronic and never got to experience today’s version of bubonic chronic. I then wonder what Snoop himself thinks of the current state of the cannabis industry-not from a business perspective but from a neurotypical adult human perspective. We all think of alcohol prohibition as an absurd attempt by conservatives “long ago” to control behavior yet many people don’t realize this is the same thing that is happening to cannabis. What are Snoop’s(and other current icons who have been in the cannabis lifestyle for 20+ years) thoughts on the evolution of the acceptance of cannabis. Is it purely recreational for them or do they realize the difference cannabis can make for the health of all people? What do they know about the endocannabinoid system? Do they care? I am a nerd so obviously I care. I would love to know what other famous people are nerd like myself when it comes to cannabis. I love mixing nerd and hip hop culture.

The Importance of God’s Cousin Rod

      As a kid one of my fondest memories was watching TGIF on Friday nights with my family.  Corny as it sounds it was a defining part of my development. I am quite fond of movie and television trivia,a love passed down to me from my father. Of course, asking us random cartoon trivia questions could have just been his attempt at keeping us kids quiet in the back seat but still, it inspired a love of trivia in me. Even better, with the advent of home accessible internet I was able to fuel my knowledge with a whole internet movie database filled with trivia and message boards for all sorts of actors and actresses I was interested in. This (and Neopets) was my life mid 90s- early 2000’s.
          In 2013 I was introduced to a show called Firefly. It took me three tries to watch the first episode but once I did I was in love. When I saw the character of Shepherd Book I was struck with a sense of familiarity. IMDB came to the rescue and helped me place him as God’s Cousin Rod from the late 90s TV show Teen Angel. When I finished the series I went on a trivia binge (aided by some Jack Herer concentrate from TerpX) and was surprised to learn that the actress who plays Kaylee (Jewel Staite) was in a show I watched as a kid about a school that was in space. (A show I originally only watched because the actor who played the black Power Ranger on Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was on it.) One of my favorite things to come from the binge was my new found appreciation for Alan Tudyk. The first thing I ever saw him in was A Knight’s Tale. I’ve seen that movie hundreds of times and thought he was funny as hell in that movie. It occurred to me half way through the second episode that I didn’t know if Alan was American or European and upon looking it up I learned of his talent for voices. I now follow his career more closely than before and my favorite role of his to date is the chicken in Moana, HeiHei. I love the fact that a grown man got paid to make chicken noises professionally.
           My love of trivia, community and nerdy things has made me a fan of Comic Cons and the like. The are Cons for cannabis such as : Hemp Con, New West Summit, Terpene and Testing Conference, to name a few. I love going to conventions because even if the panels are not as informative as I had hoped I can always get something from the experience. It is good for one’s soul/spirit/energy to be around people who share your passion. Whether you believe it or not your body feeds off the energy of others and generally speaking, the people at conferences want to be there and share an interest in the subject matter. It is a good place to begin building your community or expanding/ delving deeper within your community. Even if you choose to talk to no one new you can still observe what is going on and how this particular culture is playing out in real time and how it may evolve or stay the same. Sometimes, it’s fun to think about your role in the culture you participate in. All of this stemming from the fact that I saw this brown dude playing a deity as a kid.

Altruism, Shawshank and Grape Ape

              One evening I come home from my day job to find I have the house to myself. This is a pleasant surprise,as it is my only day off the next day so starting off my “weekend” in a quiet house with nothing in particular to do was nice. I decide to indulge in some Grape Ape concentrate that I recently acquired. Being a nerd, I find it really soothing and satisfying to take my time and clean my dab rig as part of my smoking process. As part of my smoking process I also like to slow down and look at my concentrate under bright light, smell it in the container (unless it’s silicone then I’ll smell the individual dab I’m taking), and take two half-sized dabs so I can play with the temperature, which in turn effects the taste of the concentrate.

          Grape Ape is one of my favorite indicas ever. The buds are a deep purple and smell like grape. The dominant terpene is linaool which is found in other plants such as lavender, basil, and hops. These terpenes assist in the relaxing effect that THC and CBD have in the body and mind. Plus, it’s really good if you need to get the munchies :-)For me it gives a warm, fuzzy feeling and reminds me it’s ok to enjoy the moment but it doesn’t put me to sleep.

              After I finish my delicious dab I go to the kitchen and grab a snack in order to prepare to make the dreaded choice: what to watch on Netflix before bed! Eventually I settle on the Shawshank Redemption, one of my favorite movies of all time. As I’m watching this movie it occurs to me: Making the best of a bad situation is what got Andy out. Giving good advice to a fellow human being (in spite of [justifiably] hating him)triggered the events that led to his escape. One good action led to a reccomendation and snowballed into various opportunities. Red says Andy “did it to feel normal.” and that’s true. Andy stayed true to himself even when it meant other inmates thinking he “think [his] shit smell sweeter than most.” He found his group of friends and kept pursuing his goal of helping people. Yes, it was because “prison time is slow time” and he “needed a new project” but it was more altruistic than most actions.

Life Lessons from the Golden Girls

          I recently gave in a purchase a subscription to Hulu in order to satisfy my How I Met Your Mother  cravings. One of the unexpected upsides of this is that I now have access to all episodes of the Golden Girls. I remember watching it as a kid/tween and thinking it was a funny show about people’s grandmas and nothing more. I was facsinated because I was seeing older people on TV and this was my only exposure to “old people” since most of my grandparents died when I was too young to have clear memories of them. When I was a teen I was able to appreciate to refreshing wit and (sometimes) wisdom of the ladies.

           When I started re-watching it I fully expected to enjoy this cheesy 80’s sitcom about some older women, I did NOT expect to be hit with ALL THE FEELINGS. When they refer to themselves as old I can’t help but think “they’re about my mom’s age, that’s not old!!!” and then I realize exactly what phase of life I’m in. It’s odd how you can know exactly where you are in life and yet be completely surprised at the passage of time. This is one of the things I love about cannabis. It helps me stay grounded and in the moment (though the moment may be momentarily interrupted by fleeting thoughts or a fit of giggles) which is something I can forget to do because I am “so very busy.*”

            Another thing that crosses my mind as I watch this amazing show is the fact that I can’t think of another show that paints a picture of women so truthfully. I’m half way through the first season and they’ve already addressed: predatory sales practices, dating, losing a parent, sex after losing a spouse, sibling rivalry, sexual harassment and so many topics that rarely get addressed in mainstream media let alone, in relation to the lives of older women. I love that this show exists and tackles these topics. I feel like everyone should be made to watch this as part of a social competence/learn about life/elementary education.

*Oldest excuse in the book for not engaging in self- care translate to: I don’t make enough time to properly take care of myself. 🙂


Cannabis and Sex

           This weekend I attended the New West Summit conference in Oakland. (Shout out to Minorities for Medical Marijuana for providing a networking event and free passes to the conference.) They had many interesting panels related to the social media, technology and the future of the cannabis industry. One of the panels that intrigued me the most was titled “Weed and the Joy of Sex.” This panel focused on different topicals, edibles and tinctures that have been formulated to address intimacy issues. One of the panelists, was going to describe the reason she used medicated products daily and she paused and said “I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this,” smiled, let out a nervous giggle and said “when my vagina is happy I’m happy.” The audience burst into applause amidst some chuckles.

            Here was a woman whose job is rooted in sex and drugs, and she is uncomfortable saying the word vagina.  If a person who has that much exposure to talking about sex doesn’t feel comfortable, how is the average woman suppose to feel comfortable? I’ll tell you how. START TALKING! Talk to your close friends about your period, use science, terms, slang, foreign language words… whatever you feel comfortable using…JUST START TALKING. We need to be familiar with all human body parts and functions.  Genitals are a body part the same as a foot. Some people have vaginas, others don’t.  Women have been shamed for so long about natural processes and pieces that make up their bodies it’s no wonder we hesitate,even in the safest of places, to talk about what happens to our bodies and how it effects our mood. It’s ridiculous.




I’ve been thinking about my dog a lot lately.  She was a Terrier mutt that lived to be 17 years old. We got her for Christmas 1998. Santa delivered her to us in an Avon box, which she cleverly escaped in order to crawl under the screen door in her rush to meet us. Cliche as it sounds: It was love at first sight. Even my mom, who wasn’t fond of dogs, fell in love.  She was a traveling dog. She loved taking road trips with us, even if those trips were just to the corner store and back. She was fiercely loyal to us but didn’t like other dogs for anything.  Her favorite food in the whole world was apples. I remember the day she discover the apples that our tiny apply tree dropped. I was walking by my parents room and hear a growl so I go back to see why Ginger is growling and it turns out she’s munching on a half ripe apple from the tree. I laugh to myself and tell her “I don’t want your stinky apple anyway” before continuing my journey. I used to talk to her all the time. Anyone who owns a pet knows what I mean.
We connect with our pets so much and we want the best for them their whole lives but this seems to change when they get ill or old. We start worrying about losing them and want to keep them alive,sometimes at the expense of our pets comfort/dignity. We get so attached to our pets. They’re good listeners, good cuddlers, never judge you and are always down to hang out, OF COURSE we want them around for as long as possible; our attachment to them can get in the way of putting their comfort first.

There’s this product called Vet CBD that I wish had existed years ago when Ginger was about 16. I’ve had no fewer than 10 different people attest to the wonders the tincture has on their pets. Some pets had arthritis, some pets were going on trip and were anxious and some had tumors. In each case the presenting problems reduced within 3 days of starting the CBD oil. My favorite story however comes from a patient who came in looking really sad because because his  “buddy for 15 years” was on her last leg and he was contemplating putting her down. He decided to give Vet CBD a shot because he had heard me talk about it before. Three days later he comes in with the biggest grin on his face and says his buddy is acting “like they’re 10 years younger” and that he can’t believe what a miracle CBD is.