Life in Wonderland: On Growing Up in My Parents’ Cannabis Bakery
April 20, 2021
I was born in Wonderland: San Francisco, 1977. My parents operated a cannabis bakery out of our warehouse home, producing thousands of magic brownies each week and distributing them throughout the city—decades before it could be done legally. Saturdays, my parents and their friends would fan out to make deliveries. It was always an occasion for dressing up. Garbed as a 1930s heiress, a disco jungle cat, or Cleopatra in ceremonial headdress, my mom would wheel me through the Castro with duffel bags full of contraband hanging from the back bars of my stroller.
Is it any surprise that I would find my first role model in Lewis Carroll’s Alice?