Some of my most treasured memories are of the gatherings my grandmother hosted—family dinners infused with her signature style of hospitality, each one an event in itself.
Thanksgiving always stood out: She went over the top with elaborate decorations and gourmet dishes made entirely from scratch. For days, she prepared tirelessly, ensuring everything was just right. She was the ultimate hostess with a true servant’s heart.
Her table was never just about food; it was about creating a place where everyone belonged. Around that table, stories of the past were told, laughter echoed, and connections deepened because of the care and intention she poured into every gathering. Hospitality was her love language, and it left a lasting imprint on all who were fortunate enough to sit at her table.
Those experiences became a part of me, teaching me the power of gathering and the importance of creating spaces where others feel welcome. There is healing to be found in a shared table.
In a way that feels like kismet, I believe God brought my health journey and Nectarine together—each one born from a need for the other. In 2011, I faced a health crisis that launched a decade-long search for answers. Very quickly, food became central to that journey, and it was the beginning of my healing. That season opened my eyes to both the integral necessity of whole foods and the true harm of a broken food system.
While my health struggles were the spark, Nectarine was never meant to be just about delicious organic, gluten-free foods, coffee, and baked goods; it was about integrity. It was about providing trusted, whole, organic nourishment because we all need it, and our children deserve it.
Nectarine became the expression of my desire to create a place where everyone who comes through our doors feels cared for. Our tables may not sit in my grandmother’s dining room, but they hold the same spirit, whole-heartedly offering a place to gather, to be nourished, and to belong.
Still, building something meaningful takes more than vision. Like many who’ve walked a long health journey, endured personal trials, or pursued entrepreneurship, I’ve learned that grit is essential. Grit is born of long nights, risks, endless details, and hours that never seem enough. And through grit, our personal growth takes root.
Just as grit carries us through, our community is what transforms all the effort into impact, reminding us of why the work matters and who it serves.
The beauty of this story is that it isn’t only ours. Every community has its tables—in homes, schools, churches, or small businesses—set by people who choose to give of themselves. These tables and places are where connection happens, where burdens are shared, and where joy is multiplied. They are the heartbeat of community and of this great, big, beautiful life. I believe we are returning to that truth, full circle.
Those who came before us showed the way with hospitality in its truest form, creating community one table at a time. To my mother, grandmothers, friends who invite neighbors, and businesses that open their doors with purpose and integrity: Our world is brighter because of your stewardship and love poured out. And to Dripping Springs—for welcoming us wholeheartedly and truly “getting us”—thank you!
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“There is healing to be found in a shared table.”