And it’s probably the first of many, so buckle up. There’s nothing quite like the humbling sensation of realizing that you’ve been wrong about something—or at least, realizing that you might be wrong about something. This is the current reality I’m facing as I’m realizing that I may have been going about my search Continue Reading
Detective Work: The Concholar & Smith Family
Philip Marlowe eat your heart out. Since getting my 23andMe results, I’ve been lucky enough to come into contact with several of my distant relatives. One of the relatives goes by the name of Heather Concholar. I connected with her after matching with her grandfather, Dan Concholar, discovering that he’s Continue Reading
Talk to Your Old People
Why you should boil up a pot of tea and talk to your grandma right now. After pouring over the near infinite amount of ancestry and genealogy blogs out there for tips on how to get a better picture of my family tree, I discovered one piece of advice repeated more Continue Reading
The Second Death
There’s a redemptive power in ancestry, and it’s part of the reason I’m doing all this. Dying is my greatest fear. This will be pretty damn ironic to those who know me and also know that I regularly do things that put me directly in harm’s way (eg running with the bulls, getting hit Continue Reading
Cousin Connections
At this point, I’m convinced everyone is my cousin. I don’t think I’m alone when I say that I used to daydreamed about being related to someone famous or renowned when I was little. The last lineage of an ancient yet noble royal family, perhaps. Or maybe, the heir apparent to a Continue Reading
“23andMe” and Me
What I found out about myself after paying $200 for strangers to look at my spit. I felt a familiar buzzing in my pocket and pulled out my phone as surreptitiously as possible. I was at work and we were having the second department-wide meeting in a week, much to Continue Reading
This Amerasian Life*
*with apologies to Ira Glass For her birthday this year, I gave my mom a vial of my spit. Or rather, I gave her the genetic results of that spit. “It’s a DNA test, mom,” I announced to her over the phone. She was silent for a while, and even in Continue Reading