Category Archives: Comanche

The place where I grew up

Ghosts I have met

I hung out in the sort of places where anyone might naturally expect to find them—graveyards—but however much I prepared, the ghosts always seemed to have something else to do when I was around. Continue reading

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There are only 87 actual people

It became so common that in the family we called it the “Comanche syndrome.” Continue reading

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Eating through a family reunion

There was a table a good forty to fifty feet long covered with every kind of reunion-type food you could think of. Continue reading

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