JB

It was a dark and stormy night. I was flossing my teeth in order to ready myself for slumber when my gums began to bleed. I spit the red fluid into the sink and couldn't help but think about the genetic material that it contained. Were there any clues in this blood that told the stories of my ancestors? I was sure that there was. Why am I even here, in my bathroom, in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. How did my family come about to be where they are today? I would soon embark on a journey that would answer all of these questions...and more.