
On a sticky Sunday in June, Anqunette Jamison Sarfoh barely breaks a sweat as she moves among some five dozen chatty women who are crowded into a small, cacophonous pot-smoke-filled vestibule. Sarfoh, statuesque in a black dress with white polka dots, is usually uncomfortable in warm, tight spaces as heat exacerbates symptoms of her multiple sclerosis, but little could bother her today. All around her at a house in downtown Detroit shared by a pro-cannabis law firm and a yoga studio, a gaggle of invitees discuss, breathe, and nosh on all things cannabis-related as they wait for the main event room to open.