Taking a DNA test to learn that my true ethnicity isn’t what I’ve forever believed wouldn’t cause me to turn away from my Sicilian soul. Was it all illegitimate? Was it all fraudulent? Am I not who I think I am?

All that spaghetti and rigatoni and ziti and lasagna and chicken parmigiana covered with generous helpings of homemade sauce that moved my taste buds to dance to a tarantella for what seemed like seven days a week.