Home Baked: My Mom, Marijuana, and the Stoning of San Francisco

Home Baked: My Mom, Marijuana, and the Stoning of San Francisco

by Alia Volz
Home Baked: My Mom, Marijuana, and the Stoning of San Francisco

Home Baked: My Mom, Marijuana, and the Stoning of San Francisco

by Alia Volz

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Overview

Winner of the California Bookseller Association's Golden Poppy Award for Nonfiction
Finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award for Autobiography
A San Francisco Chronicle Bestseller

“A portrait of a heroics, innovation, grit, and pot-baking . . . strikingly relevant . . . beautifully written.”

Entertainment Weekly

"A raunchy and rollicking account of a vanished era told by someone who paid very close attention to her larger-than-life parents. I gobbled it up like an edible."

—Armistead Maupin

In the 1970s, when cannabis was as illicit as heroin, Alia Volz’s mother ran Sticky Fingers Brownies, a pioneering underground bakery that delivered ten thousand marijuana edibles per month to a city in the throes of change—from the joyous upheavals of gay liberation to the tragedy of the Peoples Temple. Dressed in elaborate costumes, Alia’s parents hid in plain sight, parading through the city’s circus-like atmosphere with the goods tucked into her stroller. When HIV/AIDS swept San Francisco in the 1980s, Alia’s mom turned from dealer into healer, providing soothing edibles to those fighting for their lives at the dawn of medical marijuana.

By turns heartbreaking, exhilarating, and laugh-out-loud funny, Home Baked celebrates an eccentric and remarkable extended family, taking us through love, loss, and finding home.

Now with extra material, including a reading group guide, author Q&A, and additional photos!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780358505020
Publisher: HarperCollins
Publication date: 04/20/2021
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 440,599
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x (d)

About the Author

ALIA VOLZ is the author of Home Baked: My Mom, Marijuana, and the Stoning of San Francisco, winner of the 2020 Golden Poppy Award for nonfiction from the California Independent Booksellers Alliance. Her work has appeared in The Best American Essays, The New York Times, Bon Appetit, Guernica, The Best Women’s Travel Writing, and many other publications. She's received fellowships from MacDowell and Ucross. Her family story has been featured on Snap JudgmentCriminal and NPR’s Fresh Air. She lives in San Francisco, CA.

Read an Excerpt

Prologue: On the Barge

When I was nine, my public elementary school participated in a program best known by the slogan, “D.A.R.E. to keep kids off drugs!” It was one of Nancy Reagan’s pet projects, a prong of her Just Say No campaign. One afternoon per week, the entire fourth grade crowded into the cafeteria, where a uniformed policeman lectured us about the perils of narcotics like marijuana. We learned techniques for deflecting peer pressure and identifying and avoiding dealers. And we broke into groups to playact situations. I was careful to follow the program’s script.
      I knew how to keep a secret.
      At home, there were giant black garbage bags of Mendocino shake crammed into the closet of our spare bedroom, along with pounds of fragrant, manicured buds sealed in gallon Ziplocs. My mom had operated Sticky Fingers Brownies—a massive, profoundly illegal marijuana-edibles business—since before I was born. Throughout my infancy, she and her partners distributed upward of ten thousand brownies per month; it was the first known business of its kind to operate at that scale in California. By the age of nine, I was helping my mom bake and individually wrap brownies on weekends. Sometimes I tagged along on deliveries after school.
      We were the people the cop warned my class about.
      By 1987, the year of my first D.A.R.E. lessons, AIDS was ravaging my hometown. People I loved as surrogate aunties and uncles were suffering gruesome, agonizing illnesses. Cannabis eased their Equal parts therapist’s couch, executive boardroom, and ladies’ lounge, the barge was a place for sharing and intimacy. It was also where my mom counted stacks of hundreds and fifties.
      I can still see her enveloped in a miasma of pot smoke, blue-green-amber eyes gleaming with her latest anecdote or an old favorite. And then flopped over on her back, wheezing with laughter and slapping the covers. I remember how the barge trembled with a good punch line, and how steady it felt when you were down and needed reassurance.
      There have been countless barges over the years—from mattresses so well-worn they were permanently imprinted with my mom’s shape to hotel beds that carried us for a night or two. Wherever my mom “gets horizontal” for a heart-to-heart talk with someone she loves, that’s the barge. It’s a state of mind as much as a place.
      That’s where this book began. Sometime around 2007, I started taping my mom’s best stories on a handheld cassette recorder. At first, I was just archiving for myself. But as she unspooled the yarns of Sticky Fingers, I became curious about how her contribution to cannabis history fit into the broader legalization movement and the story of my hometown, even my country. I wanted to understand the historical moment and social pressures that created the secretive world I grew up in. And to know why she risked her freedom—and my safety—to blaze trails in this illegal industry during the drug war.
      To find out, I barged with my godmother and then my dad, both of whom helped build the business. The conversations began with people close to my heart, but the circle soon widened exponentially; it’s the nature of drug dealing to radiate outward. The Sticky Fingers crew guided me to former customers, who brought their friends into the project. Some came to me, and others I had to hunt. Several people have passed away in the years since we talked, leaving me with staticky recordings of their memories. A hollow silence remains in place of the voices of our many friends lost long ago to AIDS.
      Since beginning my recordings, I’ve conducted hundreds of hours of interviews with cannabis farmers, dealers, customers, activists, artists, business owners, city officials, and law enforcement—all of whom were somehow touched by this family-run pot-brownie business. I’ve sought to corroborate their memories with historical records, archival research, and contemporary news sources. All scenes and conversations are re-created with guidance from the original participants. Throughout, I’ve hoped to retain the sweetness of our early conversations. My “interviewing,” if I must call it that, is relaxed and informal, as close to barging as I can manage.
      Before I could spell my own name, I understood that I came from an outlaw family. If I ever revealed what my parents did for a living, I knew that they could go to prison and I could become a ward of the state. Whenever adults asked, I said my folks were professional artists—a true statement, though incomplete.
      As of this writing, California is among eleven states (plus D.C.) to authorize the recreational use of cannabis for adults. Thirty-five states permit varying degrees of medicinal use, and another two states allow controlled preparations of CBD. Only Idaho and Nebraska still practice total prohibition. Marijuana laws are shifting so quickly that the landscape will likely be different by the time this book is printed. This sea change began in my lifetime; it began in my hometown of San Francisco, among my mom’s close friends and associates; it began with a plague and the bravery and determination of those who fought for what their bodies needed.
      The statute of limitations expired on my family’s crimes years ago. The federal government still classifies marijuana as a Schedule 1 narcotic—more tightly controlled than cocaine or pharmaceutical opioids—but no one is going to do time because of this story. I’m writing with the consent and collaboration of those involved.
      I vividly remember my mom dissuading me from taking a “cola” bud the length of my forearm to kindergarten show-and-tell. Now, as I enter my forties, I’m eager to break the silence I grew up with. I can finally bring Mom’s home-baked brownies to share with the rest of class.

Table of Contents

Prologue: On the Barge xi

Part I

1 Eat It, Baby! 3

2 The Hand 21

3 If All the World's a Stage 35

4 September's Song 53

5 The Touch 69

6 A Zillion and One Raindrops 85

7 The Power at Hand 99

Part II

8 Going Round the Bed 119

9 Kings and Queens 133

10 Ride That Brownie 155

11 Child of Life's Long Labor 175

12 Galen's Batch 193

Part III

13 The Devil's Playground 205

14 Off My Cloud 221

15 Paint It Black 243

16 No Peace 263

17 Give It Up and You Get It All 281

Part IV

18 The Crossroads of Infinity 299

19 Mirrors Become You 315

20 Ella-Vay-Shun 341

21 The Wheel 365

Epilogue: Licking the Spoon 391

Acknowledgments 398

Sources 401

Reading Group Guide 417

A Conversation with the Author 420

Bonus Material 425

Image Credits 433

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