The soft dirt felt like silk beneath her feet as she trudged down the beaten path. The warm air made her skin sticky with sweat as her long skirts blew around her ankles. There were children running and laughing in the lawn and women out washing and keeping watch on the little ones. She smiled as she watched her family and close community together.
My Name Was Mushroom follows the author Wendy and details her life as a young, runaway teenager and her time in a commune. Following her from Los Angeles, to Hawaii, to San Francisco… talking about her life and sharing stories of her time in the Source Family Commune all the way to where she is today.
I always enjoy reading a memoir and getting to learn about someone else’s life and this one was no exception. Reading Wendy’s story was heartbreaking, but showed how resilient she was and how strong she became as she battled neglect, legal battles, harsh living conditions, and health scares. Her descriptions of her time in the commune was very eye-opening and allows the reader to really see and experience what she went through.
If you enjoy reading memoirs and learning of other people’s stories and struggles, then I suggest reading this book.
TW: Neglect, Time in a Juvenile Home/Halfway House, Cult-Like Practices, Adult/Minor Relationship, Anxiety/Panic Attacks/Depression, Drug Use, Dangerous Health Conditions, Death of a Loved One.
*No rating for nonfiction