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 Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis (PPMS), a form that I can’t treat conventionally due to severe allergic reactions. I also live with:
- An unknown form of Dysautonomia (undiagnosed because insurance won’t cover the specialists)
- Hemiplegic Migraines that mimic strokes
- Myoclonic Seizures and a handful of neurological conditions that tag along like bad company
- No sensation in my legs, arms, shoulders, or upper back — not numb, but gone
Once, a rancher accidentally parked a skid steer on my foot. I laughed when I told him. I couldn’t feel it. He panicked. I didn’t. I walked away with a bruise and a story.
🛠️ How I Survive
I’ve had 21 surgeries and major procedures, many performed without numbing due to emergency situations and allergic reactions.
I walk with forearm crutches, AFO braces, and arm supports — when I have to. Due to fall risk. I fight this and try not to use them.
I can’t feel most of my body. But I can feel the pull of purpose.
And so I farm.
I treat myself holistically — with herbal remedies I make, by eating only farm-raised food, and by refusing to give up.
🐾 Who I Am
I’m stubborn. Willful. Fierce. Independent.
I was that way as a kid, and I’ve only doubled down.
I’m a problem-solver, a creative thinker, and a deeply loyal soul.
I love helping people — especially those who are dismissed, overlooked, or shoved aside by the systems that should care for them.
My animals are my world.
They make me think, laugh, and get out of bed when the pain says otherwise.
I love:
- Making cheese
- Skinning and tanning hides the old-fashioned way
- Growing, harvesting, and learning from the land
- And this winter, I plan to teach myself leatherworking using my rabbit hides — so I can donate warm gloves and gear to the same people I feed
- Spinning wool I sheer from my sheep
🥛 My Next Goal: The $1 Milk Share
One of the things I hear most from the families I help is this:
“Do you have any fresh milk?”
And it breaks my heart to say no, because I know how powerful fresh, whole milk can be, especially for seniors, kids, and those with health struggles. So here’s my next dream:
🧡 A $1 per month milk share program, for low-income families, veterans, and elders across the Kenai Peninsula.
The idea is simple:
Once I have enough dairy goats in milk, I’ll meet state guidelines and offer gallons of healthy, raw goat milk for just $1/month to those in need.
No markups. No gimmicks. Just clean, fresh milk, hand-milked and delivered with care.
🌾 Why I Share This
Because people assume too much about disability. About farming. About strength.
I don’t farm in spite of my conditions. I farm because of them.
This life — hard, bloody, cold, and beautiful, is the only one that ever made me feel truly alive.
If you’re new here: welcome.
If you’ve been knocked down: I see you.
And if you ever need to be reminded that broken bodies can still build beautiful things — come visit Eden’s Edge. In all its mess. One day it will be an Eden. My Eden.
We’re still standing.
Even on the edge.
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