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Beauty Shop Country Ham Hash

Beauty Shop, 966 S. Cooper (272-7111)

The Beauty Shop starts serving brunch at 10 a.m., and I recommended getting there early or making a reservation if you want a seat. On a recent Sunday, sidewalk seating was full by 11 a.m. — and it was 54 degrees outside.

Inside, it’s warm, welcoming, and totally funky in the best way. From the mismatched mugs and salt and pepper shakers to the repurposed hairdryers, there’s nothing institutional about it. The Beauty Shop is undeniably full of beautiful people — from young, urban couples (not hipsters) to fashionable forty- and fifty-somethings who appreciate that the waitress half their age calls them darlin’ rather than ma’am.

The menu is expansive and has everything you ever wanted in a brunch. If it’s hash browns you want, there are three choices: Country Ham Hash, Chicken or Beef Tenderloin Hash, and Pastrami Hash. All sell for $13.

I went for the Country Ham Hash, which, according to the menu, features: potatoes, sweet potatoes, red peppers, onions, and cracked eggs with mustard chipotle sauce. Once cracked, I asked for the eggs over hard. Smothered in the spicy sauce, they were the perfect topping for the potatoes. I don’t love sweet potatoes and wasn’t sad that there were maybe only three mixed in. I did love the addition of red peppers. The country ham is cured, so it’s drier and saltier than regular ham, which is fine by me, and there was just the right amount of it. A touch of cilantro on top gave the dish that little something extra.

The coffee is good, and the mimosas are immense.

Alchemy’s Pimento Cheese Hash

Alchemy, 940 Cooper (726-4444)

Down the road at Alchemy, the brunch scene is decidedly less “eat and be seen,” and much more “drink, eat, and relax.” If you have a hangover or like to spend your Sundays day-drinking, this is the place for you.

The separate drink menu features the most extensive list of Bloody Mary options I’ve ever seen. There’s a house-made vegan mix, 12 kinds of garnish (including the day’s pickled treat), and special add-ons like blue cheese olives. If Bloody Marys aren’t your thing, then there’s also a Bellini bar (with “Surprise me!” as an option), house-made sangria, and a variety of coffee-booze concoctions. Bartender David Parks is also happy to throw together fancy non-alcoholic beverages, which he dubs “prenatal cocktails.”

Food starts coming out of the kitchen at 10:30 a.m., and the bar closes at 4 p.m.

In terms of hash browns, there are two options, and I had to try them both. The Pimento Cheese Hash Browns, which can be ordered as a side, come in a small skillet. It’s filled with crispy diced potatoes (that look as though they were originally meant to be fries) and topped with a large dollop of house-made pimento cheese. The cheese gets a little melty when added to the hot potatoes, and the result is simply delicious. It could easily be a meal and would be the best $5 you spent all day. Trust me.

Alchemy’s Shrimp & Bacon Hash

For a fancier start to the day, there’s the Shrimp and Bacon Hash ($18), which features poached eggs on toasted French bread with salsa fresca and cotija cheese. The shrimp are plump and juicy, the bacon is thick, crispy, and crumbled, and the eggs are cooked to perfection. The French bread is slender, yet has no problem providing the perfect base for this dish. The hash browns are the middle man and make it a satisfying, hearty meal. The Shrimp and Bacon Hash makes me wish every day was Sunday.

The Kitchen Sink from Three Angels

Three Angels Diner, 2617 Broad (452-1111) If low-key is what you are looking for, then head over to Three Angels on Broad, which starts serving brunch at 10 a.m. It’s part diner, part bar and attracts a mixed bag of hipsters, families, and hipster families. By far, it has the most hash brown bang for the buck in town.

The Kitchen Sink ($11) includes beef brisket hash, homemade sausage, bacon, garlic cheese grits, flat top potatoes, cheese, two fried eggs, and homemade salsa. This has to be the most serious brunch offering in the city. I dare say there should be a food competition built around it.

The grits are smeared across the bottom of the plate. There’s at least two or three cups worth of brisket hash, full strips of bacon, sausage patties cut in half —you get the picture. My serving even included a few boiled red potatoes.

It’s a man’s dish. Or, at the very least, a roller derby girl’s.

Photographer Joey Miller, who happened to be sitting next to me at the bar eating the most beautiful blueberry pancakes I’d ever seen, said, “Last time I got the Kitchen Sink, I drank nearly a whole bottle of Jameson the night before, with no Taco Bell.”

The coffee’s nothing special, but there’s local beer on tap, and the French 75s are perfect.

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Comedy & Tragedy

If you’ve never heard Memphis drummer John Argroves tell the story about one very tired and hungry man’s quest to obtain a Hot Pocket while adrift in a strange and unfamiliar place, do yourself a favor and listen to it. “Hot Pocket” has been preserved alongside several other great stories at spillitmemphis.org. It’s an example of how a rambling yarn about a mundane thing can quickly turn into a tight, slightly dark screwball comedy about this American life.

Spillit Memphis, which returns this week with a pre-Valentine’s Day event called “Love Hurts,” is devoted to live, unscripted storytelling, with an effective emphasis on the unscripted part. This time around, the stories will focus on that special place where warm and fuzzy becomes itchy and scratchy.

Speaking of busted Valentines, the annual Break-Up Show is back this week for one more one-night stand. The Break Up-Show is sketch comedy for the modern lovelorn, showcasing the talents of regulars like Savannah Bearden and Bruce Bui, with musical guests Dragoon. Videos and break-up texts performed live are always a highlight.

This year’s Break-Up Show is being presented in conjunction with the Memphis Comedy Festival (MCF). The MCF has grown into three days of stand up, improv, short films, and “even more terrible things.” There are 25 comics from around the country in the stand-up showcase alone.

Spillit Memphis “Love Hurts” at Crosstown Arts, Friday, February 7th, 7 p.m. $10. spillitmemphis.org

The Memphis Comedy Festival’s “The Break-Up Show” at TheatreWorks, Friday, February 7th, 7 p.m. For more information on the Memphis Comedy Festival, go to memphisroastclub.com.

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Universal Truths

“Science will never disprove the existence of God, and religion will never prove the existence of God.”

Alan Lightman said so in a recent phone interview in connection with his new book, The Accidental Universe (Pantheon Books). He’ll likely be saying so again in a lecture titled “Science and Religion” at Rhodes College on Thursday night. (Booksigning and reading from The Accidental Universe at Burke’s Book Store the following night.)

If you think that the opening statement of Lightman’s book is a controversial one, that’s okay by the author, a theoretical physicist who grew up in Memphis and who continues to teach at MIT today. Science and religion will always be, according to Lightman, a “controversial dialogue.”

“Controversy in itself is not a bad thing,” he says, “if it stimulates conversation.”

This latest book by Lightman — who’s combined a career in science with an equal interest in the humanities, in addition to being an essayist, memoirist, and fiction writer — has indeed generated controversy. He’s been recently criticized for being an apologist for religion, which is strange, since Lightman’s a self-described (and unapologetic) atheist. That doesn’t mean Lightman can’t address “The Spiritual Universe.” He does so in an essay by that title in The Accidental Universe. He’ll be returning to the topic during his Memphis visit.

“In the lecture at Rhodes, I’m going to argue for the existence of a spiritual universe in addition to the physical universe,” Lightman says. “A spiritual universe doesn’t necessarily involve God. It may or may not. But it incorporates certain transcendent experiences we’ve all had, where we feel connected to something larger than ourselves.”

Call that something — as Lightman does — still a mystery.

Alan Lightman on “Science and Religion” at McCallum Ballroom, Bryan Campus Life Center, Rhodes College on Thursday, February 6th, 7:30 p.m.; Lightman signing “The Accidental Universe” at Burke’s Book Store on Friday, February 7th, from 5 to 7 p.m., reading at 6 p.m.

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Body of Work

It has been about a year since photographer and Memphis College of Art professor Haley Morris-Cafiero’s work went viral. On February 7, 2013, an article about Morris-Cafiero’s photography and accompanying images appeared on The Huffington Post under the headline “Haley Morris-Cafiero, Photographer, Explores Fat Stigma in ‘Wait Watchers’ Series.” Morris-Cafiero’s photos and her story were rapidly picked up, rephrased, and shopped around the web, garnering shares and comments on salon.com, nydailynews.com, and dailymail.co.uk, among others.

The Internet-famous photography series is on display at the Dixon Gallery & Gardens through March 30th. This is the first time the work has been shown in a museum. Distanced from the blaring headlines that defined Morris-Cafiero’s work for a year (a sample Google search of the photographer’s name and the phrase “fat shaming” returns 12,200 results), the photographs have the opportunity to be seen in the context for which they were originally intended: as fine art.

“Wait Watchers” is a series of self-portraits that feature Morris-Cafiero as a tourist on the streets of foreign cities. The photos capture not only Morris-Cafiero, who poses as anxious and somewhat lost, but the mocking expressions of passersby, who (it would seem) disapprove of Morris-Cafiero’s appearance.

Morris-Cafiero shoots digitally, but the works are stylistically reminiscent of traditional film photography. In some, Morris-Cafiero poses in ways that recall romantic travel cliches: She wades in the ocean or stands in the yellow light of a pastry counter. In others, she is the consummate tourist, center-stage and encumbered by a map or camera.

Part of the “Wait Watchers” exhibition at the Dixon Gallery

Morris-Cafiero says that the project arose incidentally, while she was shooting another series. A self-portrait she snapped of herself in Times Square happened to capture the condescending smirk of a man a couple feet behind her. The photograph also frames the back of a blonde woman, who is photographing the smirker, and another young man, who poses for an iPhone selfie. What began as a simple self-portrait emerged as a multi-perspectival Gordian Knot of a photo.

Morris-Cafiero’s photography takes a swing at the traditional setup for portrait photography. In the typical portrait, there are three presences: the subject of the photo, the photographer, and the viewer. The photos in “Wait Watchers” shake up the traditional power dynamics of the photograph — subjects are voyeurs, and voyeurs are subjects, including you, the viewer. The work presents “judgment”‘ and “perspective” not only as central to its subject matter, but as a formal concern of the photograph.

The Dixon exhibits “Wait Watchers” in simple white frames. The prints are relatively small and evenly spaced throughout a hallway gallery. There is nothing dramatic or radical about how the works are shown, nor does the explanatory material hint that Morris-Cafiero’s work recently partook in a weight-centric Internet firestorm.

The works are, nonetheless, radical, and more so in a museum than in the limelight of the Internet. If you look up Morris-Cafiero’s work on beautifuldecay.com, you can read an article that touts the photographer as a heroic voice against fat-shaming, and then you can scroll down to an ad for “5 foods you should never eat again,” complete with a picture of a woman squeezing her stomach. On The Huffington Post, the article about Morris-Cafiero’s work is bisected by an advertisement of a thin woman smiling and eating a salad.

It is still a radical act for a woman, particularly an overweight woman, to turn the camera on herself. Those who see “Wait Watchers” in person are offered an experience of Morris-Cafiero’s work that is not encumbered by the advertising imagery, comment wars, and sensational Internet headlining. In its display at the Dixon, the subtlety of Morris-Cafiero’s craft and concerns can really shine.

Through March 30th

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“The Banjo”

On November 9, 2012, Pete Seeger and the Clearwater Foundation (Pete’s “clean up the Hudson River” organization) honored David Amram with the Power of Song Award at New York’s Symphony Space Theatre. I was invited by Doug Yeager, a longtime New York-based, folk-artist booking agent.

Yeager has helped me produce various folk concerts over the years in Memphis, including an April 2000 fund-raiser for the Solomon Schechter Day School called “Woody & Me.” It featured Richie Havens, Odetta, Tom Paxton, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Josh White Jr., and Oscar Brand and was held at Theatre Memphis and filmed by WKNO.

I was delighted to watch the Clearwater Awards ceremony and the concert that followed from a backstage perch. At these events, you just never know what may happen.

I was wearing my WEVL cap, and, yes, people really did want to know about our community radio station. Most well-versed folk musicians understand that the fairly recent history of Stax, Sun, Hi, and all related popular labels and artists put Memphis on the popular music map in a very public way. I say “recent” because it is also well-known by folk-music lovers that what long preceded the above was African-American music and Delta blues, and much of this (Leadbelly, for example) eventually travelled up to New York City and became part of the Greenwich Village folk scene. The true essence of this is when I did a concert in Memphis in September 2000 with Dave Van Ronk, and all he wanted to do was go to Clarksdale, Mississippi, and the surrounding areas to get some vibe from his idol, Mississippi John Hurt.

At the Clearwater Awards, I was standing in a small circle chatting with Guy Davis, John Sebastian, Peter Yarrow, Josh White, Jr., Tom Paxton, Henry Butler, and some others. Sebastian pulled me into a very small men’s room so that I could get a quick MP3 WEVL radio station ID.

So, when I came back to the group, my mind wandered as I glanced over the heads of these famous folkies. Then I saw “the banjo” through the open door of a small backroom, resting on a stand. In 1948, Pete Seeger wrote the first version of his now-classic How to Play the Five-String Banjo. He went on to invent the long neck or “Seeger” banjo. The one I was looking at appeared to be the banjo that says “This Machine Surrounds Hate & Forces It To Surrender.” This is the banjo that is as equally famous as Woody Guthrie’s guitar that says “This Machine Kills Fascists”.

Bruce Ginsberg, a neighbor of Seeger’s in Beacon, New York, was also in the group, and he offered to take me back to the room. There was Pete Seeger, tuning his famous instrument, the one that played on all the pro-union, civil rights, and classic songs as recorded by The Almanac Singers, The Weavers, and with Guthrie. He let me hold it, and it was a moment I will never forget, mostly because he was such a gentle soul.

Several years earlier, I had invited Pete to Memphis to be part of a Work o’ the Weavers program, and he wrote a personal, longhand, and very polite decline with his signature banjo, proving that some things (not all) were better in the old days. If I wrote to Daft Punk or Bruno Mars, what would the reply be?

It is now well known that Arlo Guthrie spoke to Seeger an hour before he died last Monday evening. Arlo made a comment the next morning: “Well, of course he passed away! I’m telling everyone this morning. But that doesn’t mean he’s gone.”

Memphis attorney Bruce Newman is the host of “Bruce’s Folksong Fiesta” on WEVL. He was lucky enough to meet Pete Seeger, who passed away last week.

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Family Justice

My grandpa and grandma were married for more than 60 years. They met at the start of the “Roaring Twenties” in Chicago. They used their wits and creativity, including the production of bath tub gin in the prohibition era, to build a comfortable life together.

Like all couples who experience that type of admirable longevity, their relationship didn’t come without highs and lows. Long before the television show Green Acres, we knew grandpa and grandma were exact opposites when it came to preferring an urban or rural setting. Grandma loved overseeing the apartment properties they’d acquired in the Windy City. Grandpa was happy to stay on the farm he bought in central Missouri in the early 1960s.

Periodically, grandma would bite the bullet and make a visit to the farm that would usually extend through the summer. Since the rest of my family had made the move with grandpa, having our feisty and opinionated grandmother there sometimes seemed to put everybody a little on edge. It prompted me to ask grandpa once if he’d ever felt mad enough to hit her. A warm smile came across his face and he replied, “Why would I do that? I love her. I’ve always loved her.”

His words were rolling around in my head as I reported on a two-day conference sponsored by the Family Safety Center, discussing the challenges of domestic violence in Memphis and Shelby County. Ironically, the conference came just hours after a Cordova nail salon owner and her estranged husband had been found shot to death in an incident authorities determined was a domestic murder/suicide.

I’ll be honest. I originally went to the event to track down Shelby County District Attorney General Amy Weirich to pepper her with more questions about untested rape kits. But, while the kits and what’s being done with them is a vital public interest story, domestic violence is a continuing scourge of the human condition, just as startling, just as horrifying. It’s perplexing that it continues to go almost unnoticed, except to those who deal with the often reluctant-to-testify victims.

Casey Gwinn, president of the national Family Justice Center Alliance, laid out some of the compelling statistics. He said that if a husband or boyfriend puts his hands around his wife’s or girlfriend’s neck in anger one time, the chances are 80 percent that the woman will be the victim of a homicide. Children who grow up witnessing that type of violence stand a much higher chance of becoming victims or perpetrators of domestic violence when they reach adulthood.

Reported domestic violence cases in Memphis, Shelby County, and the state of Tennessee are among the highest in the nation. And that’s only the reported cases. As Gwinn observed, most of our statistics on this issue come from studies on white and black victims and perpetrators. Language and cultural barriers probably preclude us from getting the real numbers on Hispanic, Asian, and other ethnic groups, where silence often serves as a shroud for suffering.

This is where we come in. I know, these days, no one wants to get into anybody else’s business because of fear of retribution. But, reflect back on the days when neighbors took care of neighbors. Not seeing them on their porch, walking their dog, or in church, or observing a change in their daily patterns was met with concern. I’m not talking about being nosy. I’m saying be observant.

And if the time comes when a domestic violence victim confides in you, be more than a shoulder to cry on. Alert them to the avenues of help available at the Family Safety Center. Their first objective isn’t to prosecute, but to provide hope and healing and protection. For victims, it’s often not easy to initiate the first step. As the center’s executive director, Olliette Murray-Drabot, told me: “Domestic violence goes beyond a criminal issue. It’s emotional. There are relationships. You’ve got husbands and wives, and girlfriends and boyfriends who have built lives together. So that makes it more challenging.”

Of course, the challenge has forever been how to define “love” in any relationship. Observing my grandparents and their unique approach to crafting a relationship, I can only say it worked for them. They may not have always understood where the other was coming from, but they accepted each other’s differences. And they never failed to end a day together without those three little words that cement any relationship —I love you.

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Letters To The Editor

20<30

What a delight it was to read the stories and see the pictures of all those bright, motivated, energetic young people in your “20<30” cover story (January 23rd issue). This story makes me happy every year, when I realize again how many young movers and shakers there are out there, dedicated to making a positive change for the ol’ Bluff City. They give me yet more reasons to be hopeful about the future of Memphis. A nice balance to all the mindless hatin’.

Gloria Barnes


Memphis

The DA

Thanks for publishing Toby Sells’ story on District Attorney Amy Weirich’s response to her assistant Thomas Henderson’s censure, guilty plea, and fine by the [Tennessee] Supreme Court’s Office of Professional Responsibility (“The Defense Rests,” January 30th issue).

If you or I or anyone else violated the rules and honor code of our profession and were reprimanded by the independent body charged with maintaining its ethical standards, I suspect our bosses would have more to say than, “He’s a fine public servant.” Weirich’s “stand-by-your-man” response made a clear statement about the ethical standards she will accept in her department, and it wasn’t a good one.

Wallace Ford

Memphis

Rock On

Les Smith’s interesting column, “Be a Simple Man” (At Large, January 23rd issue) about the universal truth and inspirational message found in the Lynyrd Skynyrd classic, “Simple Man,” got me thinking about the entire classic rock canon, and how that music continues to enthrall and inspire each succeeding generation since the music was first created.

My definition of classic rock is music that speaks to the human condition with lyrics that people easily relate to, accompanied by music (played by passionate, creative musicians, not machines) that still sounds great after all these years.

Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin stated that even if the world’s musicians stopped recording music today, people would have enough recorded music to entertain and inspire generations to come. In a way, classic rock is already doing that. Classic rock was made for the ages.

Randy Norwood

Memphis

Climate Change

A recent letter by Cole Mitchell (January 30th issue) was correct about climate change on earth, in the sense that it has been going on for billions of years. He also wrote he doesn’t believe in the present climate change being influenced by human activity.

Since the industrial revolution, man has been responsible for most of the pollution in our air, water, and soil. There is a tipping point in any environment where pollution can overtake it and the environment is no longer conducive to life. Too bad Mitchell can’t ask all the species that have gone extinct due to climate change.

He thinks it’s a crime for President Obama to steer us away from using coal, and that solar energy will never replace this 18th-century energy source. He may even still be using whale oil to light his lamps.

Here is a fact: Every day, the sun pours enough energy onto the earth to power our civilization for a year. We can continue to dig into the earth for sources of energy or we can increase research and development to capture more solar and wind energy. The sun is expected to last for billions of years. Not so for oil, natural gas, and coal.

Jack Bishop

Cordova

Your Weekly Moment of Dag

There is no one who hates to be around people who have had too much to drink more than me. But I just heard on the news that if I have a party and someone leaves my house and has a wreck and kills someone because they had too much to drink, I can be charged. That is ridiculous.

How do I stop someone from driving after I’ve asked them not to? Put them in handcuffs? That is just not right. Am I also going to go to jail because I feed someone beef (I won’t. I’m vegan.) and give them a heart attack?

Guess you just can’t have a party any more and serve alcoholic drinks. Good grief.

Dagmar Bergan

Helena, Arkansas

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Awesome Again

As they prepared for their 11th year of bringing the latest and greatest independent films to Mississippi, the Oxford Film Festival staff had a record number of films to choose from. “We got 300 more submissions than we thought we would,” says Melanie Addington, the festival’s development director since 2006. “There are so many good films out there, it makes it hard to choose. But we’ve only got three days to fit all these great films in.”

This year’s festival will kick off on Thursday, February 6th, at The Lyric with a live broadcast of the Thacker Mountain Radio show followed by the premiere of the made-in-Oxford film Killer Kudzu. “For each of the past four years, the festival has been producing our own film,” Addington says. Killer Kudzu represents a number of firsts. For one, it was the first of the community movies that was the result of a screenplay competition instead of a collaborative writing process.

“We had so many great entries that it was hard to choose. We have so many good writers in our area,” Addington says. “We picked one from Felicity Flesher, a young student studying film. It’s really fun. It’s totally B-movie schlocky horror.”

Director Meaghin Burke is also the first female director to helm an Oxford Community Movie.

The made-in-Oxford film Killer Kudzu

On Friday, the festival kicks into high gear at the Malco Oxford Commons theater with some Memphis-made films including Indie Memphis winner Being Awesome, directed by Allen C. Gardner. The bittersweet comedy will screen at 4 p.m. with Corduroy Wednesday’s zombie apocalypse comedy short Songs In the Key Of Death. At 8 p.m., another Indie Memphis winner, Robert Allen Parker’s documentary Meanwhile in Memphis: The Sound of a Revolution, will bring the sights and sounds of the last three decades of Memphis music to the festival screen. Also of note Friday are the documentary Bible Quiz, director Nicole Teeny’s chronicle of a group of kids competing in a national bible knowledge championship, and the mesmerizing narrative feature, Bob Birdnow’s Remarkable Tale of Human Survival and the Transcendence Of Self. Actor Barry Nash, whose amazing performance as the titular Birdnow anchors the virtually one-man film, will be in attendance.

Among the notable films on Saturday is a pair of documentaries. Bending Steel is an acclaimed tale of a man who is obsessed with resurrecting the Coney Island strongman tradition and overcomes both his own emotional isolation and the physical hardships of performing feats of inhuman strength. Screening with Bending Steel is A Man Without Words. This short by New Orleans filmmaker Zack Godshall tells the inspiring story of sign-language teacher Susan Schaller’s efforts to teach a 27-year-old deaf man to communicate. “I cried like a baby when I saw it,” says Addington.

“I’m excited about some of our panels we have this year,” says Addington. “Hummie Mann, a Hollywood composer, and Scott Bomar from Memphis are going to show a scene they scored and break down how they did it. It’s going to be a very interactive.” “Breaking Down the Score” is scheduled for Saturday at 1 p.m. Other panels include a discussion of animation with Spongebob Squarepants and Adventure Time storyboard artist Kent Osborne.

Saturday night ends with the Oxford Film Festival’s now-legendary award ceremony at The Lyric, where winning narrative, documentary, and short films will receive the festival’s Hoka Award. Director and veteran actor Jason Ritter will be presented with a special Hoka for Achievement in Film.

“We’re really trying to better our game,” Addington says. “We always want it to be better than last year so people get more excited.”

Oxford Film Festival

Thursday, February 6th, to Sunday, February 9th

Various locations in Oxford, MS

oxfordfilmfest.com

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In the Weeds

Mary Foster* doesn’t remember exactly when she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, but she remembers she was in her 40s. She’s now 52 and retired, and though she may not remember the date of her diagnosis, she remembers why she started smoking marijuana to help relieve her symptoms.

“I was sick, and I was losing a lot of weight,” she says. “I had really bad headaches, and I wasn’t sleeping.”

She’s not sure if it was the Alzheimer’s itself or a side effect of the medication she was taking, but a friend saw what she was going through and suggested she try marijuana.

“My wife said, ‘You know, if that is finally the only thing that’s going to help you, I do not approve, but I can’t watch you like this anymore,'” Foster says. “She had to go against everything she believed in. It is a divisive issue. It’s horrible, in that the benefit is a risk for our family.”

State Representative Sherry Jones (D-Nashville) is hoping to change that. She is sponsoring HB 1385 — better known as the Koozer-Kuhn Medical Cannabis Act — currently making its way through the Tennessee General Assembly. It was assigned to the Health Subcommittee on January 15th.

The bill is the latest chapter in the Tennessee medical marijuana story. The most recent prior effort, a 2012 bill sponsored by former Representative Jeanne Richardson (D-Memphis) was withdrawn before it could be put up for a vote.

The qualifying diseases covered in the newly-proposed bill include cancer, glaucoma, multiple sclerosis, HIV, AIDS, Crohn’s disease, and Alzheimer’s. The main difference between this bill and the one from two years ago is the inclusion of post-traumatic stress disorder. However, the approval process and legality is the same, especially the Safe Access identification card program, in which patients would be required to enroll and receive a card in order to get prescriptions.

Tennessee legislators have rejected medical marijuana legislation time and time again. Former Senator Steve Cohen proposed a similar bill in 2005. And Jones says she has sponsored or co-sponsored medical marijuana bills for six years in the Tennessee House of Representatives to no avail.

“It’s the right thing for us to do for people who are suffering needlessly in this state — people with muscular dystrophy, who may have severe muscle spasms; cancer patients, the nausea and the wasting,” Jones says. “There are so many diseases that medical marijuana positively affects. It’s time for us to get on that train and stop the suffering of as many Tennesseans as we can.”

Some media outlets have reported that Tennessee legalized medical marijuana in 1981 when U.S. Senator Lamar Alexander (R-TN) was governor and that it was repealed in 1992. But the purpose of the Controlled Substances Therapeutic Research Act, passed during Alexander’s tenure, was to create a statewide, government-sponsored medical study that would gather empirical evidence of the benefits of marijuana through meticulous record keeping and security requirements, in accordance with a board that would review and approve qualified patients and physicians.

The bill allowed physicians and qualifying cancer and glaucoma patients to participate in studies examining marijuana’s effects on patients who did not benefit from or respond well to traditional medicine. The act stated that “the potential medicinal value of marihuana [sic] has received insufficient study due to a lack of financial incentives” by pharmaceutical companies.

The act enabled certain physicians to prescribe marijuana on a “compassionate basis to seriously ill persons suffering from the severe side effects of chemotherapy or radiation treatment and to persons suffering from glaucoma who are not responding to conventional treatment.”

The bill was repealed in 1992, four years before California became the first state to legalize medical marijuana.

Now, the political climate is changing. Twenty-one states currently allow legal medical marijuana. And more states are initiating legalization bills. Florida just approved putting medical marijuana on the ballot for 2014.

“I think the public sees that it helps people,” Jones says. “My brother had Crohn’s disease. He died from the effects of Crohn’s disease. He wished that he had been able to have medical cannabis when he was in the hospital the last eight months of his life, dying from the pain and the complications.”

Jeanne Kuhn, whom the bill is named for, died in 1996, after a battle with breast cancer. Her husband, Paul Kuhn, of Nashville, is working with the board of the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

“She was diagnosed with what turned out to be a very aggressive form of breast cancer and underwent three rounds of chemotherapy, an induction course to see if the chemo would respond — which it did, initially,” Kuhn says. “Then she went through the most extreme: the high dose of chemo and stem cell transplant, which was a really unpleasant procedure.”

The couple discussed supplemental medicine when she began treatment, either taking the legal route with anti-emetics (drugs used to curb nausea and vomiting) or marijuana. After speaking to other patients, her nurses, and her oncologist, Jeanne began to use marijuana.

“It kept her appetite up, kept her spirits up,” Kuhn says. “That final round, she said, ‘Paul, I smell marijuana and I think of chemo now, so I’m going to use the legal drugs.’ She went in for that final round and took the legal drugs. She had been home around 20 minutes, and I could see she was uncomfortable. She said, ‘Bring me the damn pot.’ She took a puff and the nausea was gone.”

In his position at NORML, Kuhn interacts with others affected by ailments that could be relieved with medical marijuana. One friend underwent chemotherapy for cervical cancer last year and opted for the legal medicine, which cost around $1,500 per treatment for six treatments, he said.

“She underwent the first round, woke up that afternoon, thinking she was going to die. She said, ‘I’ve never been so frightened in my life, and I remember somebody gave me marijuana,'” Kuhn said. “She took a puff and, two minutes later, she said, ‘I feel fine. I wonder what’s for dinner.’ So it was $9,000, compared to $50 worth of marijuana. It’s an economic issue as well as a compassionate issue.”

The Center for Medical Cannabis Research at the University of California at San Diego has, despite discontinuing studies involving cancer patients due to lack of qualified participants, completed some studies regarding the effects of smoked marijuana on various ailments. The center found positive benefits for patients of multiple sclerosis and HIV, while other entities, such as the National Cancer Institute — a government agency — report the significant increase in appetite, decrease in nausea, and effective pain treatment of patients who smoked medical marijuana.

Kuhn says the biggest challenge for the Tennessee bill will be the Republicans in the General Assembly who have historically voted against medical marijuana.

“The support is there. The trouble is the politicians are behind the public,” he said. “They never had to think about it. They’ve just always been opposed to it.”

Last year, a Fox News poll found that 85 percent of voters support medical marijuana — statistics Richardson did not have in her arsenal when the 2012 bill was up for committee. Kuhn says the Koozer-Kuhn Medical Cannabis Act is among the strictest in the country.

“The marijuana would be grown under the supervision of the Department of Agriculture and processed under their supervision,” Kuhn said. “Farmers would be trained. It would be sold in dispensaries supervised by the Department of Health, so it’s got lots of control. You have to get the card, obviously, on a recommendation from the doctor. It would create jobs. It would bring in millions of dollars of revenue to the state.”

Kuhn cites the Mattisons, a family from Nashville. Their 2-year-old daughter, Millie, suffers from severe daily seizures, numbering in the hundreds each week.

“She will die without cannabis, there’s no doubt about it,” Kuhn says.

Millie’s parents, Nicole and Penn Mattison, tried everything, including six or seven epileptic prescriptions. The ketogenic diet, which focuses on high fats and low carbs for children with seizures, caused Millie’s kidneys to shut down.

“She was on up to 2,000 mg of Sabril [an anticonvulsant] and that was just one of her medications. That is a dose for a full-grown man,” Nicole says.

After neurosurgeons at Vanderbilt University told the Mattisons there was nothing else they could do, the family decided to move to Colorado, where medical and recreational pot is legal. They plan to try Charlotte’s Web, a strain of marijuana that has been used to treat children with severe seizures. The strain is of the indica variety, which means the cannabis plant has significantly less tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) — the element that actually gets users high — but more cannabinol (CBD) than its counterpart, sativa, which has high THC value and low CBD.

The effectiveness of Charlotte’s Web has been debated. Some doctors argue that the strain must be trial-tested like any other drug. Families like the Mattisons says they do not have the luxury of time.

“Charlotte Figi [who the strain is named after] has been on it for two years, and she has been pharmaceutical-free for a year now,” Nicole says. “When we look at Millie and what she goes through day-to-day, that’s good for us.”

The Mattisons might move back to Tennessee if Koozer-Kuhn passes. Nicole already has an idea of how they could contribute — Penn has been involved in horticulture for 22 years, and he is interested in growing medical marijuana. That’s way down the road, though.

“Our first concern right now is helping Millie and seeing how far we can get with her,” Nicole says.

Different strains of marijuana help different medical conditions. For Foster, it’s a strain called Harlequin, a hybrid that is 75 percent sativa.

“People with Alzheimer’s benefit from a type that’s sativa-dominant, but balanced with CBD, so there needs to be that stimulation from the sativa [as well as] the energizing ability [and] the ability to focus. The CBD needs to be a little lower,” Foster says. “It’s good for anxiety and keeping an appetite, but that is absolutely impossible to get on the black market here unless you know someone who will take a risk to ship it to you — or you will take a risk to drive, if you have the means.”

Alzheimer’s patients may also benefit from marijuana’s inflammation reduction effects. Foster says it also helps with another side of Alzheimer’s: coping.

“It doesn’t make me Superwoman, and I can still only do less in more time [than I used to]. It helps me accept my limitations,” she says. “I don’t push myself as hard. I can forgive myself. It’s like my friend who’s dying of cancer said to me: ‘It doesn’t take away the pain as much as it helps me live with it.'”

Joe Roberts*, a construction supervisor, suffered a stroke more than 20 years ago that left the right side of his body mostly paralyzed. He has limited use in his right arm and hand and still suffers pain from the injury.

“I also take over-the-counter pain killers, but pot just seems to cut the pain and makes the day easier to bear,” Roberts says.

Roberts, who is over 60, has been smoking marijuana intermittently since college, but the stroke caused him to smoke more frequently. While he is pessimistic about the Tennessee medical marijuana bill passing, Roberts sees the tide turning.

“I think a lot of people, especially as the baby boomers age, know somebody who knows somebody who benefits greatly from medical marijuana,” he says.

Back in her home, Foster pulls out a large purple prescription bottle with a green “Rx” on the side. Her name is printed on it, alongside a warning — not to be consumed. It looks official, but there’s no way it came from Tennessee. At least, not yet.

Getting her medical marijuana is a fluid affair, changing all the time. It could be a grower from Washington or Colorado with a surplus; it could be a sympathetic friend who’s going out of town; or a shady source with illicit ties — good only once. It might be a sativa or an indica, but it’s better than nothing, and she remains grateful.

“If I wanted to up my risk level, if I wanted to get something shipped to me, I could do it. I’m not ready to risk that,” Foster says. “I just have to put up with what’s on the black market. [Some strains are] okay for some things, but [they’re] not quite right for others.”

She says the way she receives her marijuana is a lot like going to a Walgreens pain reliever aisle, seeing that all the boxes are unlabeled, and randomly selecting one.

“You can get something that has such an incredibly strong medication level that you would barely be able to function if you weren’t needing it for pain control,” Foster says. “That would not be at all what I need, so I don’t like to gamble like that, when it’s really about making me function better. But you’ve got to take a risk.”

Foster hopes, with increased awareness of the bill, that more Tennesseans will get involved and other medical marijuana users will step forward with testimonial evidence to educate legislators to medical marijuana’s real benefits.

“The people who can be a face on this are people who are willing to lose what they have,” Foster says. “Do I have any [pot] in the house? Do I risk being busted? Do I not try and get any until it’s legal? These are all huge issues. I do not want to expose myself and my family to liability.”

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High Time in Nashville

Alexandra Pusateri reports on the progress of the Koozer-Kuhn medical marijuana bill and its potential effect on the lives of many Tennesseans in this week’s Flyer cover story.