Today, my adult-self is mourning the loss of a woman who made contributions to young black people in Detroit that cannot begin to be fully understood. But today, my little brown-girl self is also celebrating what she taught me about allowing your dreams to be as big as possible. I was so lucky to grow up with women like Mrs. Blackwell in my life. Women who taught me everything I needed to know about the pride that comes with being a black woman, and the adventures that were to be had as my life moved forward.