Dispatch from the Harvest

Thrilled to post a link to my first piece for the Atlantic. It's a dispatch from the medical marijuana harvest in Oregon. Read it fools.

At High Hopes, the knit is tight. The farm hosts a fantasy football league for workers and patients, farm dogs roam the range looking for scraps and affection, and a tractor named LeBron lies dormant in the field. The assembled group, some considered outcasts by their families, find a pocket where they belong. A farm of black sheep awaiting broader reception.