We pass on the genes we were given. Is this a gift or a curse?
Tonight, I am in a strange reflective mood. For some reason, I have been thinking about my family and remembering growing up with my two brothers and my sister, my parents, my grandparents, and the great-grandparents that I remember. Earlier today I was talking with my sister about the mysterious effects of our common genes on all of us siblings. From my mother’s side of the family we got, or didn’t get, curiosity, average life span, the genes that make one diabetic, a plodding, patient and... Sign in to see full entry.