My Sister the Dominatrix

Photo by Ana Nichita on Unsplash

It was May, the month I dreaded because it meant the arrival of my yearly brunch date with my sister Nina.

I arrived a little late, stopping at a nearby mirror in the waiting area to flatten a few of my wild curls. When I was satisfied — or as satisfied as I could be without an emergency bottle of hairspray on hand — I looked past the…

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store