A Gilded Cage and a Split Personality

Let’s head way back in time. Before we met the three witches of Wellesley, before the knocking in my home, long before I was hearing voices and seeing ghosts. What follows is one of the earliest interviews I conducted and I’ve held it back because the interviewee asked me to do so – until recently.  …

Not a fox.

“They told me we should walk around the side of the house to the back deck so we don’t have to go inside,” Biddy explained, her voice muffled behind a mask. “What are their names again? Sarah and…” “No Sally. Sally and Frank Oak.” “Got it.” We stepped off the driveway and onto the grass …