(This article also appeared at The Express) “If you ever decide to start smoking weed, let me know,” my mom beamed. I was sitting on a barstool on one side of the kitchen counter while my mom sat across from
Sacramento didn’t become the face of the farm-to-fork movement by standing in opposition to something else. Instead, the city took the way it had been interacting with its surrounding 1.5 million acres of farmland for generations and put a name