The first time I met up with the astrologer Chani Nicholas in Los Angeles, in December, it was for a lunch interview. We sipped our drinks and chewed truffle French fries; I asked questions and she answered them. It was a good interview, by all accounts, but it went slightly sideways in a way I had never experienced. After I had turned off my recorder and paid the bill and packed my things and arranged for my exit, she turned the tables on me. “Do you want to talk about it?”Ms. Nicholas, like my mother, my crush and the D.M.V., knows the exact date, time and place of my birth.

Source: New York Times January 04, 2020 09:56 UTC