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 →
We Feed People Because No One Should Be Hungry. Now Let’s Talk About What That Actually Costs.
Here it is: We Feed People Because No One Should Be Hungry. Now Let's Talk About What That Actually Costs. That's the tagline on the letterhead of my regional food bank. "We feed people because no one should be hungry." It's a good line. The kind of line that makes people feel good about dropping... Continue Reading →
December Dispatch: Napoleon, 100 Boxes, and a Peninsula Fed
December 28, 2025 It's been a full December. We welcomed Napoleon this week. A tiny bottle baby kid who made the journey down from the Matsu Valley and has already decided he owns the place. He's loud, he's dramatic, and he fits right in. While Napoleon was busy announcing his arrival to anyone who would... Continue Reading →
What Hunger Actually Looks Like
People think they know what hunger looks like. They picture a child in a foreign country. A photograph. Big eyes and a distended belly and a fly on the cheek. Something far away and dramatic and safely not here. They don't picture a senior in Nikiski who hasn't had real protein in three weeks because... 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 Cheep Surprise by the Muscovy Brooder
(I forgot to post this last week.) Yesterday morning, while making the usual rounds at feeding time, I heard something unexpected: extra cheeping near the Muscovy brooder. Now, I’ve known for a while that one of the hens had been sneaking off to lay somewhere in that area. I just could never seem to find... 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 →
Eden's Edge 