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 →
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 →
Eden's Edge 