The Carnivore Mama

Welcome home to The Carnivore Mama. If you’re hungry for a simpler, stronger, more intentional way to nourish your family, you’re in the right place. Here, we swap toxins for tallow, fast food for real food, and overwhelm for everyday grace.

I'm so glad you're here.

I seem to have been one of the lucky ones. Despite having grown up in a pretty liberal city surrounded by feminists and hippies, I still somehow came around to the idea that getting married and having a kid and keeping a home might make for a pretty good life.

I was wrong, of course. Well, not wrong, but exceedingly uninformed. And there really wasn't much you could have told me to prepare me for the utter onslaught of sleeplessness, cluelessness, and information-overwhelm of that first year. Through some imperceivable evolutionary trick, “my life” as I knew it ceased to be mine alone and was hopelessly interwoven with the care and feeding of this hapless human infant that we had made.

In my quest to be The Best Mother Ever, I went down rabbit hole after rabbit hole. I learned about hidden toxins, forever chemicals, endocrine disruptors, and seemingly innocent additives in everything from lotion to breakfast bagels. I was horrified, and I couldn’t unlearn it.

But even now, just a year or so later, it doesn’t seem so daunting anymore. The hard stuff fades; knowledge remains.

I suspect that there's a moment in every mother's life when the realization that you've created another sentient being hits you like a truck. It might be when he looks at you—really looks at you—for the first time, or when he starts to talk, or the way the light through the dining room windows animates his fingers when he picks up his food and takes a bite all by himself.

I used to bite my tongue in conversation with other moms when she'd mention plastic sippy cups or that baby cereal that just tested high in heavy metal contamination. I was afraid of sounding judgmental, or worse, becoming “that crunchy mom.” But a curious thing happened. Far from being asked to shut up, I've been consistently asked to share more.

So, I'm writing The Carnivore Mama to share it all with you, in case you find something useful or comforting here. And if you, like me, find that no amount of words could have prepared you fully for the amazing life you find yourself living—well, I know the feeling.