YAMAUCHI, Willow




Author Tags: Humour

Willow Yamauchi of Vancouver was born in Surrey, B.C. in 1972. She grew up in Lund B.C. at the top of the Sunshine Coast. In her humourously perceptive, tongue-in-cheek survival guide, Adult Child of Hippies, she describes an invisible minority that "needs to come out from behind the Bead Curtain." Bad Mommy is a similarly insightful and funny look at the guilt trips that come with motherhood. She and her husband have two children. "They try not to traumatize them, but it is probably too late."

Two years later, she took a similar approach, somewhat more seriously, for modern mothers. Bad Mommy (Insomniac Press $19.95) is an insightful, funny and all-too-real look at the guilt trips that come with motherhood. In Bad Mommy, Willow Yamuachi “celebrates the parenting continuum between Joan Crawford and June Cleaver.” She and her husband have two children. “They try not to traumatize them, but it is probably too late.”

BOOKS:

Adult Child of Hippies (Insomniac Press 2010) 978-1-897415-24-5

Bad Mommy (Toronto, Insomniac Press, 2012) 978-1-55483-066-4

[BCBW 2012]

Adult Child of Hippies
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from Insomniac Press
Do you have a name such as Willow, River, Oak, or Sunshine? Have you ever lived in a commune, or done yoga naked with your family? If yes, then you are an Adult Child of Hippies (ACOH).

ACOHs grew up in extreme conditions: eating sprouts, and lugging herbal tea to school in their Thermoses (if they were fortunate enough to make it to school). ACOHs were born and brought up mostly in the 70s and 80s. As their parents reveled in the counterculture, their children struggled with basic hygiene, not to mention broader social acceptance. Until now, this group has not been represented in the media.

Content with leaving the past in the past, ACOHs have successfully blended into the mainstream; but the memories and photos persist. Finally, Willow Yamauchi has brought her generational subculture into the light. We no longer need to feel alone or ashamed of our bizarre heritage. Take the test, see the pictures, and stand up tall!

Say it: I am an Adult Child of Hippies ... and I am proud.