Southern Atlantic Hemp and Arts Expo 2021 - attended by Freedom Grow Forever!

June 25-27 2021 Freedom Grow attended the inaugural SAHAE event in Asheville, North Carolina!  The event was a success!  FGF Board members met from all over the nation!  Kristin Flor came from Washington State, Randy Lanier (and his family) came from Ft Lauderdale, Florida, and Stacey Theis, Jake Shepherd and friends traveled in on the Cannabus!  Other Freedom Grow family, and friends came also, like Beth Curtis (founder of Life For Pot), Paul Free (served 25 years of a life sentence), Dickey Lynn (served 31 years of a LIFE sentence) and Richard Delisi (served 32 years of a life sentence)!  The purpose of coming together was to educate the community of Ashville about our cannabis prisoners and to gather signatures on letters to present to the President in the future, hand delivered by Tommy Chong. 

We had lots of things at the booth to help educate the public, such as images that Adella Falk made showing our cannabis prisoners' faces and their lengthy sentences.  Each image had a chair to sit on in order to help represent their missing bodies.  We had pens, t-shirts, banners and jury nullification flyers, and images to help educate the public about their right to vote ‘not guilty’ when called to jury duty.  The best education came from x-cannabis prisoners themselves, as they helped get letters signed for others still in prison! Telling  their stories about their LIFE sentences brought a sense of Reality to the masses, who had no idea so many are locked up for Cannabis.   Kristin Flor's experience with running a booth showed!  

Stacey Theis pulled in late Friday as the Cannabus struggled to get there, but Stacey’s dedication made it happen!   The Cannabus was parked just across from the booth, and was the center of the good times!  Letters were signed on the bus and everyone who came on the bus left with an education about prohibition.  Stacey Theis’s warm  welcoming smile  made  each person stepping on the Bus feel at home.   Off and on throughout the day we went back and forth from the bus to  the booth sharing good times all over the place!    After the event, the kind people associated with Dr Bronners helped get the bus back on the road to smokeout in DC!

Green Touch Awareness had T-shirts and pens made for us!  The shirts said ‘Bringing Light To A Dark Cell’.  The shirts were a major success, and brought a lot of attention to our cause.  The attendees of the event were more than willing to sign our letters, and enjoyed meeting our cannabis POW’s and learning their stories and what they can do to help!  Freedom Grow President ’Stephanie Landa’ had fresh cupcakes ordered daily with pot leaves on them!  Everyone loved them!

Randy Lanier, Steven DeAngelo, Chris Conrad and John Gettman spoke on a panel together and discussed the drug war.  It was an amazing talk!  Afterward, Steve DeAngelo  (founder of Last Prisoner Project) stopped by our booth and hung out for a while!   LPP has helped us  in a lot of ways, so it felt good for everyone to get to spend some time with him and prison outreach!

 On the last day of the event Mike and Amanda made sure we all had fun in the FOMIE HOMIES Bubble Machine!  The fun from all the bubbles will last us all a lifetime!  They gave us the kindest hospitality!   They soaped us up and down with their products and it felt good for all of us to let go and have some fun! 

 The music was wonderful, and Don Pickett, who put on the event, was a perfect host!  He gave us the BEST spot in front of the stages where a lot of people walk by,  everyone at the event made us feel like we were home.  The bands played till midnight with laser light shows and Puppeteers.   We are thankful to all of our sponsors such as Green Touch Awareness, SAHEA, Cannabis Sativa Magazine, Family Hemp Brands, Cannabus,  OOBERLIFE.Com, and we are excited to attend the event next year!

 We at Freedom grow wish to Thank our sponsors for making it possible for FreedomGrow Forever to attend the Southern Atlantic Hemp, and Art Expo.  Green Touch Awareness, Cannabis Sativa Magazine, Family Hemp Brands, Cannabus, You all Rock. Thank You for helping to spread the message “No One should be locked up for a Plant”.  In so doing, you give Hope, and Faith to the Cannabis Prisoners that  their Lives Matter. For that we have an Abundance of Gratitude, and Appreciation for YOU. Thank you  Don Pickett, the event Organizer and Producer of  SAHAE for being such a Great Host. We also like to mention Michael Gosney and Stephanie Grande for helping with tickets for our guests.   The music was fantastic as were all of the Dragons,  Butterfly Puppeteers, and fire Jugglers.  Freedom Grow Forever made new friends,expanded our horizons, and created more awareness.  It takes a village to coordinate an event, and to help spread the message. We are always looking for people and companies interested in being a sponsor, or volunteer. Please contact to donate, our WISH Program needs your Help!

Where’s the Social Equity for Political Prisoners?

Where's The Social Equity for Political Prisoners?

By @TheRealGanjaQueen 

“Honoring the sacrifice of political prisoners goes beyond awareness”, says Stephanie Landa, founder of Freedom Grow Forever (FGF), one of the first organizations dedicated solely to advocacy and support of non-violent cannabis prisoners. Landa, a former federal cannabis prisoner herself, from 2006-2010, knows first hand the horrors and heartache of incarceration, and turned her empathy into action. What began in 2006 as LPOP, Landa Prison Outreach Program evolved and grew over the last decade into a full-fledged operation to help as many cannabis prisoners as she could.  Now, with its years of service, exemplary reputation and trusted leadership, FGF is positioned to shift the focus of conversation surrounding cannabis incarceration toward reform of the social equity movement, as a whole, and secure the social narrative for the silenced voices that still must be heard.

With over 40,000 cannabis prisoners in the US, and even more, globally, who still sit behind bars for their association with this plant, now legal in many states, the demand for judicial reform in cannabis is growing. One can only imagine how it must feel to be serving time for cannabis while the industry appears to be flourishing and it is now “legal” in 16 states. While many states are including decriminalization in their laws, the reparations are slim to none, with little mention of the community “most impacted” by the war on cannabis – cannabis prisoners. 

Social equity has been a hot topic as of late within the cannabis community nationwide, as to its efficacy, as well as, legitimacy. Many state programs that claim to be inclusive are proving to be anything but, leaving the very communities hit hardest by cannabis prohibition out of the equation. 

While most discussions of this topic within the community have been rightly focused on BIPOC licensing and barriers to entry, the cannabis community should also be considering those most deserving who cannot enter at all. “As a community we owe it to the healing plant herself to support our brothers and sisters behind bars, to honor their legacy, and let them know they are never forgotten.” says Randy Lanier, former life prisoner for a non-violent cannabis offense, who is now free man at age 60 after 27 years in federal prison. His story is an amazing journey of perseverance and hope that must also be documented and re-told. Lanier recently joined FGF’s Board of Directors, a dynamic group of passionately driven volunteers, and will certainly bring incredible experience and insight to the organization. 

It’s with this perspective that Freedom Grow Forever provides genuine and creative outreach through various programs; including a monthly newsletter for prisoners, pen-pal club, court support, family outreach, commissary, job placement, clemency pardons and legal support for all their prisoners. With over 75 prisoners currently in their care, the need is great and grows daily.  Landa says dedicated volunteers, generous donations and strategic partnerships with affiliate programs like Last Prisoner Project and Can-Do Clemency have played an essential role in the recent growth this freedom movement. 

Anyone with a family member or loved one, incarcerated for non-violent cannabis offense, is encouraged to reach out to FGF for valuable resources and an incredible support network. 

FGF has launched a new campaign for cannabis prisoners called ‘The Wish Program’, where they are able to request a small item for themselves or family member, or an action on their behalf. “With over 14 prisoners’ wishes already granted, the effort is taking off! It’s really lifting their spirits and creating an inspiring ripple affect! ” says Kristin Flor, Executive Board Member for FGF. “One prisoner was able to get his mom a bathrobe, and another requested custom blankets with his picture on it for his children. We want them to know they are not alone or forgotten”. Luke Scarmazzo, who is serving a 22-year sentence in federal prison for operating a medical cannabis dispensary in California, said “When serving these long sentences in federal prison it can be difficult to make sure those we love feel honored on special days. Through Freedom Grow Forever’s Wish program, I was able to send my mom a beautiful gift last Mother’s Day and she loved it. I’m so thankful for all the great things FGF does and I hope everyone continues to support their work.”

Kirstin Flor, who has dedicated her life to helping cannabis prisoners, knows the heartache caused by the war on this plant first hand. She is the daughter of Richard Flor, the first registered caregiver in Montana who died in federal custody in Las Vegas on August 30th, 2012. Richard co-owned five dispensaries, and because of federal laws, he was forced to fight for his life and patient rights every day in prison. He was a Vietnam veteran and a co-owner of Montana Cannabis, one of the state’s largest medical marijuana providers until it was raided by the DEA March 2011.

While we celebrate the recent victories of the legalization movement and enjoy the many fruits of this plant, but let us not forget the labor that brought us here- the backs upon whom this revolution was built. The blood, sweat and tears of men and women who were brave enough to defy the institutions of man for the higher calling of healing are the real pioneers. Even if they do not see themselves in that way – from a historical, spiritual and anthropological standpoint the movement would never be where it is, without their heroic efforts forging this path of cannabis healing, not just for mankind, but Mother Earth herself. 

The story of Richard Flor and countless other heroes of the “Drug War” must be told and remembered, with the most sacred respect, and motivation to continue ministering to those who still remain in prison and need our support. FGF invites all who can to write and support a prisoner today! Learn more & sign up to volunteer at

*Any interested businesses or individuals looking to donate or partner can email

WRITTEN BY: @theRealGanjaQueen

The Significance of Mail Call in the Slammer

“The biggest cause of evil in prison is loneliness.” -current prison inmate

(PORTLAND, Ore.) – Let’s face it, snail mail is archaic by most people’s standards.

Photo by Roman Koval from Pexels

The cumbersome chore of writing a letter, addressing the envelope, affixing proper postage, and putting it in the mail box seems a bit ridiculous in the age of electronic mail and instant messaging.

However, for a portion of the American population, the US postal service is still their primary source of communication. They are the forgotten victims of the war on drugs, those serving time in the prison system for a plant.

Who are these forgotten victims? They are dispensary owners, growers, and caregivers. They are patients, possessors and consumers of a life giving medicine. They are mothers, fathers, and children. Many are even grandparents.

There are countless individuals, who have not harmed anyone, rotting in prison and away from loved ones.

Unfortunately, family and friends may find it difficult to maintain relationships with their loved ones for an array of reasons. Sometimes family members are angry at the inmate for committing a crime. Often, people who are incarcerated have little to talk about or tend to be gloomy, making communication emotionally draining.

The average person, who has never experienced being locked up, is unable to comprehend the degree to which people in prison count on mail call. The entire family suffers when a loved one is incarcerated causing a strain on communication.

The first amendment right to freedom of speech is, in essence, the only constitutional right an inmate has left. Providing an avenue for a fellow human being to exercise this freedom is rewarding.

“Free speech in the prison context is also important since it is the only first-hand account we have as to how the penal system is run. Communication also plays a vital role in an inmate’s access to the courts and his relations with counsel.” (Holtz, 2002, p. 2)

Ordinarily, removal of communication is used as a form of punishment, but all prisons are required by law to provide the inmates with access to the U.S. Postal system even during punishment periods where email communication and visits are disallowed.

Writing to an inmate gives them a link that sometimes is the only one they have. Your letter may be the only kind hearted human contact the person in prison receives.

Besides having a direct impact on the inmate’s life, communities will benefit as well for the reason that the prisoners’ chances of successful reentry into society are improved when a connection to the outside world is maintained.

“Several studies suggest the prisoner’s mental health is dependent on his contact with the outside world” (Hairston, 1991, p. 93-4).

Also, the more they know about what is going on in the “real world” the easier it is to fit in with those who have not been in a black hole of the penal system.

The system should have an emphasis on maximizing contact with the outside world, both to minimize the division between the norms of incarceration and those of the free world, and to discourage dysfunctional withdrawal from society that is difficult to reverse upon release (Hany, 2002, p. 17).

One prisoner wrote, “The biggest cause of evil in prison is loneliness.”

If we are not the ones who share their stories, if we are not willing to be the voices of war than who will?

The question most often asked is, ‘What should I write about?’ It is often difficult to strike up a conversation with a virtual stranger.

Many prisoners enjoy hearing the day-to-day things that go on such as at your work, with your kids, and community.

Current events and newspaper clippings are outstanding ways to start a conversation and provide a link to the outside world. The internet is a first-rate resource for pen pal games and topics.

One favorite is to cut out a picture from a magazine and the recipient returns it with a silly caption. Word searches and crossword puzzles can also be adapted for pen pal fun.

The moments one might consider mundane in the outside world of bring color and hope into the imagination of your prisoner pen pal. However, there is a healthy list of things you are not able to send a prisoner. They are not able to receive gifts. money, stamps, stickers, and the like.

Sometimes mail that appears to follow all the rules still gets ‘returned to sender’ from the institution. All mail is subject to be opened and reviewed.

Ready to start writing? How do you locate your new pen pal?

Freedom Grow is one of several organizations that facilitate a pen-pal program for prisoners. However, Freedom Grow specializes in cannabis prisoners and can provide personal one on one assistance through the process.

They keep up with the latest rules and policies regarding the prisoner mail system and can connect you with other pen-pals and advocates who can share their experiences as a pen-pal.

Freedom Grow also maintains a list of over 50 people in prison for nonviolent cannabis convictions that are needing support and more than anything, a friend. You may contact Freedom Grow at


  • Hairston, C.F. (1991). Family ties during imprisonment: Important to whom and for what? Journal of Sociology and Social Welfare, 18, pp. 87-104.
  • Holtz, T. A. (2002). Reaching out from behind bars: The constitutionality of laws barring prisoners from the internet. Brooklyn Law School. Brooklyn Law Review. (Spring, 2002).
  • Haney, C. (2001). The Psychological impact of incarceration: Implications for post-prison adjustment. Presented at U.S. Health and Human Services, The Urban Institute, “From Prison to Home” Conference, January 30-31, 2002. Retrieved from:

Mindi Hall, Writer is Co-founder at Voices Of The Cannabis War, Volunteer at Freedom Grow and Volunteer at CAN-DO Foundation – Justice Through Clemency. She has been a KBOO Community Radio Volunteer and Cchi2016 RADIO, Voices Of The Cannabis War Show. You can reach Mindi Hall at

Making of a Marijuana Mogul: The Stephanie Landa Story

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW with Stephanie Landa, hippie girl, adventurer, cannabis advocate and former federal prisoner.

(PORTLAND, Ore.) – Stephanie Landa, born June 7, 1946 in New York grew up amid a swiftly evolving moment in American history. Memories of the great depression dissipating, coupled with the recent end of WWII, left people full of optimistic hope.

As promptly as women were thrust into the factories and the workforce, returning soldiers incited women to resume homemaking duties. Hence, entered the baby boom generation.

Stephanie, born to a middle class stay-at-home mom and a WWII fighter pilot, was a stubborn and independent child. A product of the baby boom, little did her parents know they were raising a child who would grow up breaking all the rules by bending social norms, regardless of how the world told her to act.

Longterm Perils of Childhood Abuse

When asked about her childhood, Stephanie replies, “It was painful, physically and emotionally.” For instance, young five-year-old Stephanie learned the harsh reality of antisemitism.

Entering a predominantly Christian school as a Jewish student resulted in Stephanie often returning home in tears.

She was teased by the kids in school and couldn’t fathom why. Consequently, her parents chose to remove her from the senseless cruelty. They relocated to a Jewish neighborhood in New Jersey, despite the inconvenient commute for her father, a Pan Am pilot.

Physically, as long as Stephanie recalls, she suffered as well. Her childhood was speckled with frequent, and at times lengthy, hospital visits for a stomach disorder caused by a shortened intestinal tract. Her stomach digested food within one hour instead of the standard seven. This illness would alter the course of her life in ways no one could predict.

Her younger years, although not easy, weren’t totally troublesome. Summers spent at her parents country club and holidays spent jetting off to destinations such as Miami and Puerto Rico provide happy memories. Her upper middle class family afforded $10 flight tickets with ease thanks to the perks of a pilot as a father. Financially, her childhood was comfortable.

The Free Love Anti-Establishment 1960’s

In 1959 Stephanie, thirteen, looked the part of a grown woman. She sported long chestnut brown hair, green eyes and curves that grabbed people’s attention. Her general nature, a desire for excitement, prompted the bored, middle-class teenager to shake things up.

It was that summer that young Stephanie started exploring her sexuality, independence, and marijuana use with vigor.

As a girl of the 50’s, Stephanie had little control over the life she had been given. Never satisfied in the passenger seat, she sought to end her status as a virgin, and succeeded. She became convinced women wielded the most power between the sheets.

Along the way she was also introduced to her future best friend, affectionately nicknamed, “Ms. Pot.”

“Marijuana was a mind-altering experience which turned me away from aimless parties toward a more profound perception of the world around me.” Additionally, she realized marijuana relaxed her stomach, allowing proper digestion, relieving pain.

From that moment on she became a secret “pothead.” Although taboo, she felt this plant allowed her to finally live a normal life.

By the early 60’s, Stephanie was in high school and society was changing quickly. The world was exposed to rock and roll and the Beatles, the Kennedy assassination, and Vietnam.

Stephanie’s peer group was comprised of college-age revolutionaries with whom she marched for civil rights, women’s rights, against the war, against nuclear power, or anything else they deemed unjust.

Here she found an audience who loved marijuana as much as she did. Selling pot became a part-time profession and turned out to be much more entertaining than flipping burgers or a life of housewife duties. She realized that among those who also liked to smoke, she commanded a certain amount of power.

“A young lady willing to supply something so exotic and rare in the 1960’s was always welcome, mistakes forgiven, and eccentricities indulged as long as they didn’t forget to bring the pot,” she said. Stephanie never really lived a normal teenage life.

Married and divorced three times, her personal life wasn’t typical, however business was booming. Due to the rarity of a beautiful female pot dealer she found herself rubbing elbows with artist celebrities and the wealthy.

She quickly realized her popularity was due to what she had to offer not about who she was. Her focus shifted back to the counterculture that introduced her to “Mary Jane” in the first place. She was drawn to the social awareness and non-judgmental philosophies attached to the hippies.

From New Jersey to California

In 1966, Stephanie followed her family to California. It was in Malibu that she found her home as a true hippie. Although the culture was nearer to her heart, the quality of cannabis was appalling.

Californians were smoking cheap imported weed from Mexico, “often full of stem and seed.” While other women her age were hosting Tupperware parties, Stephanie realized the business opportunity before her and began traveling to and from the east coast bringing higher quality Colombian bud with her.

This life was much more appealing than the humdrum housewife life of her peers and she easily avoided law enforcement suspicion as a middle-class female. In 1966 it was the perfect cover.

Stephanie was even more popular in California than the east coast and easily moved in and out of all types of social circles.

As the sixties wound down, Stephanie met an enchanting young surfer boy who taught her the basics of growing marijuana. One day, he decided to head to Hawaii so Stephanie threw caution to the wind and followed him.

Her impulsive decision provided her the opportunity to learn more about cannabis by growing weed in the sugar cane fields. She was better at growing and selling marijuana than maintaining relationships and had enough cash to finance a move to Morocco. So she left, which led to travel through many countries.

She recounts numerous tales of smuggling cannabis past distracted border patrol agents with her beautiful green eyes and charm. Her travels afforded her men and crazy adventures. By 1969 she returned to the states just in time for a three-week adventure at Woodstock and soon after, riots in her new home town, Isla Vista.

History reports the riots culminated with the burning of the Bank of America building in 1970 at the hands of angry students protesting the war. However, her involvement in those stories is for another time.

Life after the riots in Isla Vista further cemented Stephanie’s place in the hippie counterculture. She and other community members sought to create an urban paradise consisting of gardens brimming with vegetables, herbs, fruit trees and of course Ganja – a utopia that idealistic hippies of the early 70’s felt would save the world.

Eventually, Stephanie had to move on, “Grass doesn’t grow on a rolling stone!”

“These were the good old days, the golden years of marijuana and of peace, love and happiness,” she said. These were also the years before the government issued its war on drugs.

The biggest risk with marijuana was getting caught.

By now, she learned quite a bit about the art of growing cannabis herself. She even discovered cloning female plants before it was common, improving the quality of the flower and eliminated those pesky seeds. However, at that time, the risks of growing were higher than smuggling.

Consumer desire for quality weed, joined with her ability to travel cheaply, and her love of Mary Jane, made this a lucrative business venture. Regardless of the risks involved with growing and distributing pot, wherever Stephanie roamed, so too was her friend “Ms. Pot”.

Consequently, almost inevitably, Stephanie was busted for the first time while entering the US from Asia in 1974. Luckily, as a first time offender, she was sentenced to five years probation. Free to continue about her life, she obstinately did so.

She nearly completed her sentence without a probation violation. However, her father fell into ill health and needed surgery, which was enough for her to blow off the parole officer’s denial of the flight request and be by her father’s side regardless of the consequences.

Stephanie rolled the dice and lost. During her next check-in, “The federal agents were there to take me. I had to call my attorney to pick up my car that had 10 lbs. of homegrown in it and my dog. He accepted the pot as payment for my case. Nevertheless, I went to federal prison for two years.”

Prison, the first time around, was a far cry from what it’s like today. The biggest difference being it was co-ed. Stephanie was able to use her charm and good looks to her advantage. In general, minimum security prison life wasn’t half bad.

“A fellow inmate and I started a vegetarian kitchen. Murderers, bank robbers, and other types of criminals are whom I preached vegetables, karma, and meditation. Our food was always eaten first. We grew a vegetable garden and I was able to consume cannabis everyday.

“We even tried to grow pot in between cornrows. The guards pulled out the small plants, but we kept trying. By the second year I tried to humanize the guards by using peaceful philosophy. It didn’t work.”

The world changes before her eyes

When Stephanie was finally released, another decade was all but over and she was well into her 30’s. The 80’s saw the worldwide war against drugs in full swing. The Vietnam War was a fading memory (unless you were a returning Vet).

Greed, cocaine and danger had taken a grip on the marijuana market, adding ammunition to government propaganda and the “Say No to Drugs” campaign.

With the heat of law enforcement ever-present, Stephanie had a few near-misses over the next decade, yet managed to steer clear of trouble while maintaining financial security from her unconventional business ventures.

As the years progressed, so also excelled her gardening skills. Stephanie’s dedication to her craft never wavered.

Approaching 40, Stephanie pondered on her many lives and adventures. Something was missing.

“I had forgotten to have a child, so I had one, Max. My love, green-eyed, red-haired boy.” As always, once Stephanie decided what she wanted, she went after it. Of all the boys Stephanie had loved, this boy would forever hold her heart.

Today, Max is in his 30’s and remains her pride and joy. “I have a novel’s worth of adventures as the mom of Max.”

Although she clearly saw the advantage of being a black market marijuana entrepreneur, Stephanie never forgot what started her relationship with “Ms. Pot”, her excruciating childhood medical condition.

She always felt that the government was lying. Cannabis heals. She is living proof. As a mother, it was more important than ever for her to speak her truth.

By 1996, medical marijuana laws were on the books in California. All her life the government pushed propaganda, causing public fear. Politics and public opinion were changing. Maybe the government was letting up?

To test that theory, Stephanie’s first prescription for cannabis finally came when she was 52 years old out of a clinic in San Francisco.

“I was thinking I was really alive now. Now that I have my prescription, I am thinking of coming out of the pot cloud.

“I’d say I am a nice person who smokes pot, I am a kid’s mom who smokes pot. I am a volunteer who smokes pot. I would never harm anyone and I follow the ten commandments and I smoke pot. I love and talked to my mom and dad daily and I smoke pot,” she proudly proclaimed.

However, Stephanie would soon see “legal” isn’t really legal and pot prejudice still prevailed.

California was home base for the birth of the green rush. Stephanie had always been on the forefront of the industry. After a lifetime of growing and selling underground, the San Francisco medical marijuana task force and the district attorney bestowed their blessings upon Stephanie and longtime friend and partner Tom Kikuchi.

A government-sanctioned marijuana garden for the benefit of the sick and dying was a dream come true. In all the years Stephanie grew and sold, this was the first time she felt compliant with laws enabling her to help those in need and legitimize her career.

Be that as it may, the legal grey area was enough for federal agents to swoop in and charge the two with manufacturing. Her previous arrest made her eligible for a life sentence. She was not able to use medical necessity as a defense.

She felt her hands were tied, so chose to take a plea deal and sentenced to 41 months in federal prison.

Tom, whose sentence was slightly shorter, served his time first. The judge allowed for their sentences to be staggered in order to ease the disruption to Max’s life.

In case you’re wondering, even impending prison time did not convince Stephanie to conform to social standards. While Tom was in prison, she did what she always did, relied on “Ms Pot” to keep her company until it was her time to turn herself in.

Federal Prison: Mean, Cold and Cruel

Stephanie started her sentence in 2007, at the age of 60, surrendering herself to the government surrounded by dozens of supporters and well-wishers. This time prison wouldn’t be anything like the first time.

For the first six months, she waited in county jail for space in a federal institution. Once transferred, she was forced into solitary confinement for a month, not even afforded a bed.

In a letter written from prison in February 2007, Stephanie stated, “The system sucks. The judge wanted me incarcerated, not tortured. My physical condition has been of no concern to anyone since I was taken from all my loved ones. If anything, they have been crueler to me when I complain.”

“I only hope I can make it till my release. The camp kitchen has been closed for the past year due to black mold. The unit I will be going to has been condemned for black mold. But since it is cheaper to pay the fines than fix it, that’s what the federal government is doing.”

At this stage of life, Stephanie wasn’t just suffering from a childhood digestion condition or from the typical aches and pains of a 60-year old woman. Prior to her arrest, she had been hit by a car as a pedestrian and suffered irreparable damage to her shoulder.

At home, cannabis aided her recovery. In prison, not only did the conditions inherently cause her more pain, there was no relief in sight. She was treated as if she was the worst society had to offer, thrown away like trash.

“I am on the floor in the hole (solitary)… Still no bed. My whole body aches. I am freezing cold. The hole is where they put people who are bad, and a problem, I am neither. My shoulder has frozen up. I don’t understand this treatment,” she wrote from prison.

Prison was meaner, colder, crueler, not co-ed, and unlike anything she had ever experienced. Yet, she persisted and survived.

Finally released in January of 2010, she promptly returned to living life at its fullest even though her health was worse. This time she would not forget her brothers and sisters still serving or preparing to serve federal time for standing up for what is right; the choice to consume and grow a plant known to heal. A plant no worse than alcohol.

Born from her pain and the pain of her fellow brothers and sisters was a prison outreach program LPOP, The Landa Prison Outreach Program. Over time, the organization grew into what is known today as Freedom Grow.

Not long after her release from the mold-ridden institution, Stephanie was diagnosed with cancer. Even cancer proved no match for a determined Stephanie. She and “Ms. Pot” survived that too.

Freedom to Grow is Freedom to Live

Today at the age of 73, and after all the years of pain, protests, parties, boys, and the BOP (Bureau of Prisons), little has changed. Stephanie is still stubborn and independent.

She still does what she knows is right. She still loves cannabis. Her son Max still makes her heart sing. She loudly and proudly advocates for prisoners’ rights and legalization at the federal level.

The mission of her award-winning, non-profit organization Freedom Grow, is to bring light to a dark cell. Volunteers raise funds that are dispersed to non-violent cannabis prisoners so they can afford simple life necessities while incarcerated. For more information, please visit her Facebook page:

When asked if there is anything that would compel her to quit her lifelong relationship with Ms. Pot, she quickly responded, “Absolutely not!”

The only thing that might slow Stephanie down? “The release of every single human trapped in a cage for a plant that is making a lot of people a bunch of money and healing the sick.”

That is an outstanding answer.