I was a teenager when America sat at the brink of nuclear war, with President Kennedy positioned nose-to-nose with the Russians over the missiles stored at the Bay of Pigs. In my home my father tried to prepare a ‘safe room’ of sorts, stockpiling water and canned food. In the event of a nuclear attack, he planned for us to go to that room, where we would, hopefully, survive. At school we constantly discussed the possibility of destroyed futures — no graduations; no relationships; no lives. For me there was but one point of comfort, and that was the nightly … Continue reading Sleep Well Tonight