Most families have skeletons in the closet. My family keeps its skeletons buried under the dirt floor of my grandmother's basement.

At least that’s where the bodies are rumored to be buried: a cousin's newborn baby. A teenager whose car was later found abandoned by the side of the road. God knows who else. All victims of the cult.

I'd always assumed the rumors about Grandma were family legend. But when I became a mother, I realized that assuming wasn't enough. I needed to know the truth.

This blog documents my investigation into my family's secret past. My search for the truth has forced me to confront skeletons of my own. Parts of myself I wish I could keep hidden from future generations. 

We all have skeletons, whether they're as sensational as a Satanic cult, as mundane as mental illness, or as domestic as a deep ambivalence toward that sacred institution of motherhood.

No one escapes the club. But each skeleton has something to teach us, if we're brave enough to dig. So grab a shovel. Join me.

About Kelly Kautz

I'm a writer and mom to two little boys living in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I'm currently writing a memoir about my family's mysterious past, and how its secrets have rippled through four generations of mothers. My work has appeared on Salon, Forbes and other publications