Claire and I were just chatting about our roots and the current awfulness in the Ukraine (some of my precious Grandpa Artie's - my father John's Dad - people apparently hailed from the Ukraine which I didn't know until last summer when cousin Sue told me).
Ten minutes later, we have genetic tests ordered from Amazon for Claire, myself, and Chloe (because we think lab-shepherd-husky is accurate but who knows with her either?).
One of my core memories of Mom: It was the end of 1999 and I called Pat to tell her we'd adopted an 8-lb girl puppy.
"What breed is she?"
Me: Mandy's just a mutt.
I'm sure I've said this before, but the most profound thing my mother ever said: "Aren't we all?'
I think about her question all the time and couldn't agree more.