Date: Sat, 25 May 2013 20:34:57 +0200
- It’s 1998. My father is reading the paper on the couch in my New York apartment, and my mother stands behind him concentrating on his head.
“I’m trying to open Daddy’s chakras, but he won’t really let me,” she says sadly.
“Would you ever leave my chakras alone, woman?” he says, and keeps reading.
Ten years later. I’ve [...]