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 →
🌿 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 →