In 2018, my grandmother, B, passed away. She used to tell my brothers, cousins, and me bedtime stories of a silly, forgetful woman named SpiderLady. As I grew up, I told B that she needed to write down and publish her stories, but she shrugged me off every time I brought it up. 5 years after her passing, I finalized everything and we have the first edition of the SpiderLady Stories: the missing car keys. I wrote this book to pay homage to my grandmother and to allow her legacy to live on.

My hope & prayer is that this story can be as comforting to those who read it as it is to me.