Welcome to The Olive Branch Grazing Company

The Roots:

The Olive Branch isn’t just a name.

It’s a lifeline.

It’s a quiet whisper that’s shown up in my life again and again—

Prayed over me in my lowest moments.

Spoken into my spirit when I had nothing left but tears and breath.

It’s been God’s gentle nudge reminding me that no matter how far gone you feel…

You are never too broken to begin again.

And I’ve been broken.

I’ve lived through things I wouldn’t wish on anyone

I became someone I didn’t recognize.

Someone who made heartbreaking decisions just trying to survive.

And I thought I was too far gone.

A burden. A lost cause.

I’ve cried on bathroom floors and behind steering wheels.

I’ve felt hopeless. And numb. And done.

But it was in my darkest moments—even in that pitch-black darkness—rock bottom-

There was something inside me that still reached for light.

I never stopped believing in the beauty of a fresh start.

That God could still redeem.

That a broken story could still be holy.

That healing was still possible.

That joy could still rise out of the ashes.

And slowly, piece by piece, it did.

I started caring for my mind and body.

I let people in.

I found strength in community and connection.

And I began to build something new.

But I didn’t get here on my own.

If it weren’t for the women who raised me—my mom, my nana, my aunties—The Olive Branch would not exist through their love of true Whole Foods and nourishment I gleaned from them throughout my lifetime only driving my passion for exploring new flavors.

I wouldn’t be standing here, much less building this dream.

My mom made everything from scratch. She taught me what it meant to nourish with intention. I remember following my Nana around in the kitchen, most likely yapping her ear off, watching her step by step… as she lovingly made her classic recipes the aromas filling the home as I waited impatiently for taste testing…My Mom, My Nana, My Aunt Dorise and Auntie Stacy im the kitchen together during summer visits home gave me a true love for culinary collaborations and My Auntie Stacy and Uncle Joakim introduced me to what became my passion…Rustic yet Elegant European Style spreads ….

Open-faced sandwiches.

Elegant breakfasts.

Charcuterie spreads that were beautiful and intentional—gathered, not just thrown together.

I was hooked.

That spark lit something in me that never went out.

And now?

Now all those pieces—my past, my healing, my family, my fire—

They’ve come together in The Olive Branch.

This isn’t just a business.

It’s my whole heart.

Every order I pack, every box I build—

It’s one more brick in the foundation I’m laying for a life I fought to rebuild.

What most people don’t see is that I’m still grinding.

I’m a single, sober mom.

I homeschool.

And I drive 35 miles each way to bartend and wait tables at The Pipe and The Buckskin in Killdeer—

Not just for a paycheck, but for the people.

Because that place? That town?

They’re my extended family. They didn’t just give me a job and a place to live when my kids and I were homeless…

They showed up for me when I didn’t know how to show up for myself.

And now, I want to pour that love back into my own hometown—

Dickinson—

By building something sacred here.

A place that gives people more than a meal.

A place that gives people a sense of belonging.

This business is almost fully self-financed.(*big thanks To my amazing friend Simone for believing in me and lending me seed money to get the ball rolling).

Everything I make slinging drinks and carrying trays goes right back into this dream.

So every single order? Every message? Every moment of support?

It matters. More than you know.

Because this—The Olive Branch—is more than a bistro.

It’s a healing space.

A gathering space.

A space where someone who’s struggling can feel seen.

Where food becomes a language of grace.

Where mental health matters.

Where hope lives on a plate.

Where beauty grows again, even after the fire.

This is my olive branch.

And maybe… just maybe…

It can be yours, too.

~Your Very Own Curator for a Cause