Dear Ms. Pot, I’m a mother of two kids, and I’m home alone with them all day. ALL DAY. From 6 am Cheerios to 6 pm mac-n-cheese, with laundry and playgrounds and Spongebob in between. (Do you know...

Dear Ms. Pot. I recently went home from college for the Jewish holidays and my parents made me go to temple. I felt 14 again. I had no choice but to make the time at temple more... interesting...

Dear Ms. Pot, Okay, I’m guessing you’ve heard this one before, but I’d still like your opinion on this common dilemma: I like to smoke pot and my wife doesn’t. I, like, really like to smoke pot: seven...

Dear Ms. Pot, I heard that some former NFL star is opening a new gym in San Francisco (of course) that’s geared toward marijuana and working out while stoned. Sounds awesome. The problem is, I live in Milwaukee. Smoking...

Dear Ms. Pot, Next weekend, my office is having a pool party. First, I just have to say: office + pool parties = bad combo. (Do I really need to see my manager in his bathing suit? Or—shudder—Bob...

Dear Ms. Pot, I’m a philosophy professor at a school in the middle of cow country. There are two bars dominated by underage students, one Chinese restaurant, and a nice little inn where you can get a decent glass...