The truth behind Eden’s Edge, food injustice, and fierce determination in rural Alaska
People tell me I’m crazy. That farming with chronic illness, seizures, and a body held together by pain is reckless. That being on disability means I should sit down, stay quiet, and accept what I’m given. Don’t live. Give up. Accept doing nothing. Being nothing.
I tried that once. I almost didn’t survive it.
So instead, I chose sweat, straw, and the stubborn heartbeat of something bigger: feeding people who are constantly overlooked.
🥚 The Problem
Food banks hand out moldy produce and spoiled bread.
Pantries run dry before the end of the month.
Seniors live on cereal and fear.
Veterans go to bed hungry.
And if you’re disabled, like me, you’re expected to be grateful for whatever scraps come your way.
That’s not okay with me. So I started growing food — real food — and giving it away.
🐐 The Solution
I raise:
- Chickens for eggs – Future meat production
- Rabbits and goats for meat
- Ducks and geese for joy (and more eggs)
- Sheep for future lamb production (I have a ram lamb and yearling ewe!)
- And a whole lot of hell when needed
I deliver food directly to those who need it — no shame, no strings, no secondhand rot.
This farm isn’t fancy. It’s not outside funded. It’s run on grit, compassion, and a whole lot of duct tape, blood, sweat and my tears.
✊ Why I Keep Going
Because when a senior cries over a dozen fresh eggs…
When a vet hugs a frozen rabbit and says it’s the first meat they’ve had in a week…
When a kid sees a goat for the first time and laughs…
I know this work matters.
💬 This is Just the Beginning
If you’re new here, stick around. Read the stories. Meet the goats. Share the mission.
And if you’re in a position to help — with feed, livestock, funds, or connections — I’d love to hear from you.
Because at the edge of the world, we grow more than food. We grow hope.
Inspiration is the ultimate goal. Disability doesn’t define who we are. Or limit what we can accomplish.
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