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The Girl Who Lived In A Tent

Even at the age of ten, it was clear to me that my mother had lost her mind.

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For a long time, I blamed the tent. It was medium-sized canvas, dark blue, and I’d just been told my mother and I were going to live in it. My mother did her best to make it sound exciting. She pointed out a corner of it that would be my “room” and sent me back to the trailer to get all my toys.




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Glenna Gill

Glenna Gill

My memoir, “When I Was Lost,” is available now. Stay in touch with me at

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