This is a Rebellion
Why I Started Untamed Mother
There’s a part of me that remembers…
And if you’re here, I know you remember too.
Barefoot. Wild. Nursing by the fire.
That part of us has been silenced for too long.
In this space, you'll come to see why I refuse to feed my babies supermarket sludge.
Why I refused sleep training.
Why I refused to be a “good girl” in motherhood.
This is a rebellion.
This isn’t a lifestyle blog. It’s a revolt.
My ideals don’t have to be yours — but let’s meet in this space, open-hearted, to expand on our truths as untamed mothers.
Mothers who are willing to fight for our children in ways that go against the grain of society — and give zero fucks about it.
WHY NOW?
I’ve always been this way. The weirdo. The hippy. The one who made people uncomfortable.
Even before motherhood, I was the feral woman.
But only now have I realized:
This is an option.
This is a*movement.
And other women want to understand this way of living.
All in one place.
What I Stand For
My baby’s first food? Chicken liver and bone broth.
We take our sons hunting.
They understand life and death through honour, ceremony, and sacrifice.
I teach women to reclaim their cycles, their births, and their postpartum rites.
I heal with traditional medicine, homeopathics, and food.
We don’t own a TV.
We don’t use a Wi-Fi router.
We don’t buy new unless we need to.
We don’t eat processed food.
I know I don’t fit in — and I don’t care.
Do you?
What’s in it for you?
Here, I’ll share:
- Recipes from baby food to family feasts, grounded in ancestral wisdom
- Deep dives into womb work, fertility, and the sacred feminine
- Fierce essays on sovereign motherhood and radical living
- Raw truth about breaking free from the domesticated mother narrative
This is for the women who feel too much, question everything, and crave a wilder way.
Subscribe. Comment. Share this with a wild mother you know.
Let’s reclaim what was never meant to be tamed — together.
