Genealogy for non-geniuses
I stumbled upon an alt-right subreddit the other night (presumably because the universe wants me to get a stupidity-induced nosebleed before the year is up) and one of the posts on there caught my eye. Clicking on it sent me to an article the notorious red pill culture website Return Continue Reading
A quick recap on what we learned, what we questioned, and what’s still keeping me up at night from the ancestry research extravaganza. So a few weeks ago, I resolved to head out into the suburbs to devote myself to a Saturday of pure ancestry research — and we got Continue Reading
This weekend, I’m headed to La Fox, Illinois get some quality ancestry research done. What a week. First, my mom’s AncestryDNA test comes in. Then I find out we have a second cousin. And THEN I find out that second cousin has a family tree. On top of all that, a Continue Reading
The AncestryDNA results are in . . . and they’re CRAZY (not really). After Mẹ took her AncestryDNA test at the beginning of January, the results finally came back from the lab — and it actually didn’t take long! The email came in from Ancestry.com yesterday, which I appreciated because Continue Reading
Everyone has two family trees. Yes, even those of you who aren’t living a double-life and have another set of wife and kids. I’m not trained in this. I went to college for English and spent most of high school biology class talking with my friend Ivan about video games instead of Continue Reading
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
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
*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