When I first stepped into the cannabis industry, I didn’t know I would be making history. I didn’t know that one day, people would call me the first Black woman to open a dispensary in Brooklyn. At the time, I was just a girl from Crown Heights with a dream, a fire, and a refusal to let anyone put me “on fries” again. This book is not just my story. It’s a story about survival, vision, and community. It’s about the little girl in the projects who found her voice through poetry. The young woman who hustled wigs, lashes, and hemp drinks to keep her vision alive. The mother who had to sacrifice love and time to build a legacy. It’s also about the people who walked beside me: my team, my community, my family — the ones who stood tall with me in the storms and celebrated with me in the sun. Their voices live in these pages, because my journey has always been bigger than just me. I wrote this book for the dreamers — the women who feel unseen, the hustlers who feel stuck, the leaders who wonder if they’re ready. I want you to know that you are. You’ve always been ready. The world just needs to catch up to you. This is my story, but it’s also our story. Welcome to a Field of Blue Dreams.