Hair down to my bum, personally altered Grateful Dead t-shirts, bare feet. Fast forward ten years to a shoulder length bob, lace dresses, and heeled boots. If fifteen-year-old Emma Devine did not scream “I love marijuana!” I don’t know what does. I’ve developed into a young woman working in the publishing world and frankly, I can’t show up to editorial meetings looking like I just put down my neighbors bong. In Boulder there is no need to be hush-hush about my cannabis rituals but once I leave the “Boulder Bubble” the story changes.  Much like my toned down hippie garb, sometimes... Read More