“The author and his daughter, Lena, who has half his DNA.”
People often assume that because of what I’m doing and because I write a blog called GenomeBoy, that I must be a starry-eyed genome worshipper. But if anything, getting genotyped has reminded me how much more we are than our DNA. All of those common-sense behavior changes actually matter. We are the products, finally, of our genes and our environments. And there is nothing mystical about either.