I almost didn't write this post. Not because I don't have anything to say. I always have something to say. But because putting this winter into words means sitting with it long enough to find them — and honestly, I've been too busy surviving it to do much reflecting. It's May now. I'm only just... Continue Reading →
What This Farm Costs Me
People see the farm and think they understand what it takes. They think about the physical work, the feeding, the mucking, the hauling, the endless list of things that need doing regardless of what your body is doing that day. They think about the money, the feed bills, the vet costs, the infrastructure that always... Continue Reading →
The Piano and the Sun
Some days, joy is just brisket, sunlight, and the quiet promise of something long overdue. Some days, joy is just brisket, sunlight, and the quiet promise of something long overdue. Yesterday was a good day. Brisket with Dad. Hot sun. Animals all around me. That’s it—that was enough. I've got too many irons in the... Continue Reading →
A Note to the Woman Who Feels Broken
Standing on the Edge | Wednesday Dispatch You don’t owe the world strength today. If all you did this morning was rise enough to feed what depends on you, that is enough.If you lay back down in pain, exhaustion, or ache, that does not make you lazy or less.It makes you human. It makes you... Continue Reading →
🌿 About Me: Farming From the Edge of Everything
I live on the edge of the world — in rural Alaska — and I farm with a body that many doctors gave up on long ago. I’ve been told to stay down, stay still, and stay quiet. I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told. Ever 🩺 What I Live With I have... Continue Reading →
💥 Why I Built a Farm I Can Barely Run
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... Continue Reading →
The Day I Realized I Was the Only Thing Standing Between My Community and Their Own Apathy
Here it is: The Day I Realized I Was the Only Thing Standing Between My Community and Their Own Apathy Three years. Three years of potatoes. In 2023 I stood at a local ranch in the cold and watched volunteers show up — people who saw the call on social media, drove out, and worked... Continue Reading →
Why I Started a Farm I Can Barely Run
Let me save you the inspirational version. This isn't a story about a woman with a vision and a plan and a beautiful origin moment she can point to and say — that's where it all began. This is a story about stubbornness. About rebuilding. About a place that looks nothing like its name yet... Continue Reading →