By Neal Thompson
(This originally appeared June 15, 2018 in the New York Times)
My older son was in eighth grade when he got home from a day of skateboarding, glassy-eyed and dopey, and fell asleep on the couch. For two hours. My wife and I sniffed around him as he snored, and barked at the same time: “Pot?!”
It was the end of our family’s innocence and the start of a yearslong battle against substances.
Our job as parents got even harder when the law turned against us. In 2012, with our boys o...
Published on June 15, 2018 11:36