I grew up in a community of generational families where everyone knew each other, children attended nearby schools, and everyone looked out for each other. One of my fondest memories growing up was living next door to a lady named Ms. Mary. She had a beautiful garden with an array of flowers. Decades later, Ms.Mary passed away, and the house became vacant. While visiting my old neighborhood, I stopped by Ms. Mary's old house. As I stood there saddened, I noticed a flower blooming from the concrete on her vacant porch. The sign of Ms. Mary inspired me to write Beautiful Brave Black Girl Weathering The Storm and share a special memory of my childhood.