Who’s wearing my genes?
Each year I become somewhat introspective on my birthday (rather than merely depressed), as I reflect on my life and what I have or have not become. This year it became apparent to me that the following genes remain absent or dormant in my genetic make up: The gene that enjoys waking up prior to 10am The gene that thinks pop stars have something relevant to say The gene that allows one to wear spandex pants with fur-lined Mukluks The gene that let one appreciate interpretive dance, tumbling routines and Disney on Ice The gene that drives one to own…
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