Welcome to the edge of the world — where grit meets grace, and survival turns into service.
I’m Dana Armstrong, a disabled woman living in Alaska, surviving on SSI. That could have been the end of my story. But instead, it became the beginning of something fierce.
This farm wasn’t built out of comfort. It was born from pain, necessity, and a relentless refusal to give up.
Here, among snowdrifts, broken fencing, and muddy boots, I raise goats, sheep, chickens, rabbits, ducks, and geese — not for profit, but to feed my community.
💪 Why This Farm Exists
Too many people are hungry. Seniors. Veterans. Working families just trying to make it. And too often, they’re handed spoiled food or nothing at all. I couldn’t stand by.
So I turned my little patch of Alaska into a nonprofit micro-farm — raising high-quality protein to give away to those who need it most.
Not with fancy grants.
Not with government help.
Just with stubborn will, a lot of duct tape, and animals who never stay put.
🐐 Who We Feed
- Elderly neighbors living on fixed incomes
- Veterans and disabled folks who’ve fallen through the cracks
- Local families who need more than what food banks offer
- And the helpers — those who quietly give but rarely receive
🧱 Built From Nothing — And Built to Give
Every part of this place — from the hand-built coops to the patched fencing to the snow-shoveled paths — was made through chronic pain, seizures, and a body that doesn’t always cooperate. But I’m still here. Still farming. Still giving.
Because food is a right, not a luxury.
And nobody should have to choose between dignity and a meal.
🐾 Farm Motto
“Hell Raising. Hope Giving. Farm Fed.”
Eden's Edge 