It was 1981. I had Tina Turner hair and a body designed for sin. I caught every boy’s eye, but still saw myself as loose dirt covering a sinkhole. I was destined for a fall. Been told that since I was five. Reckless, impulsive, never listened, yadda, yadda, same old song. I picked out dried … Continue reading The Okayest Boy in the World – Jill Williams