October 19, 2012 Click here for a full portion
When I was a little girl, I often asked my mom why I had brown eyes when she had bright blue eyes. Surely if I was her daughter, I would also have the blue eyes that I so hankered after? She would always smile and patiently explain to me that things like the colour of your eyes or hair; or the shape of your hands and feet are things that you inherited from your parents, and that there was no way of telling which bit you’d get from which parent.
October 10, 2012 Click here for a full portion
When I was a teenager, I once found myself on a plane with my mom, flying somewhere. I can no longer recall where we were going, but I do recall my mom idly leafing through the in-flight magazine and suddenly (to my intense embarrassment) guffawing out loud at something that she had read. Surely […]