The Street Notes

To Me — From Me
This week tested me in ways I didn’t expect. Between customs, shipment delays, packages being rerouted to different countries… it has been overwhelming. Mentally, emotionally, and as a business owner—this has been one of the hardest weeks I’ve faced. One thing I’ve always prided myself on is transparency.And the second is my ability to keep going no matter what. The military taught me that.It taught me how to take hits and keep moving.And life? Life made sure I understood it. But this week… this week tried me. I had to... Read more...
Stepping Out on Faith — and Setting Boundaries While Doing So
For a long time, I’ve been someone who carried it all. The responsibilities. The expectations. The emotional weight. The planning. The pivoting. The praying. The quiet moments where no one sees how much you’re holding together behind the scenes. I carried it because I had to, because I loved deeply, because I was driven, and because I believed that strength meant never letting anything drop. But stepping into entrepreneurship — truly stepping out on faith — has taught me something different. Faith does not mean carrying everything alone.Faith does not... Read more...
A Reminder You Can Return To
This is a gentle reminder. A reminder that support exists, sometimes quietly, sometimes unseen, but always present. That strength and softness are not opposites, but companions. And that no moment has to be carried in isolation. This message was created to meet you wherever you are. Not to fix anything. Not to assume anything. Simply to exist as a steady presence, something grounding and reassuring. Allow yourself a pause.A breath.A moment to reset before continuing on. You do not need to rush.You do not need to explain.You do not need... Read more...
The Story Behind Forest Street Co.
Every brand begins somewhere, but Forest Street Co. began long before the first bag was sketched, long before the business plans and product samples. It began on Forest Street, in the presence of a woman whose strength shaped generations: my grandmother. I didn’t know it then, but the moments spent on Forest Street were planting something deep inside me, something that would take years to grow. The laughter with cousins on summer nights, the big dreams whispered with friends on porches, the resilience that lived in every woman who walked... Read more...