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.
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.
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.