It was with no little celebration that she prepared to say good-bye to the year of lunacy, this 2011 debacle. Driving through the night to an unknown destination, with two sleeping children in the backseat like soft, weighted cargo, was not a hardship. Fortified with a heavy paper cup of coffee and a road ahead of sweet release, she'd snapped off the radio and disconnected her cell phone charger miles ago. She entertained herself with a praying game. A flattened, desolate cornfield passed on the left. Lord, take away Sawyer's sadness. Out of nowhere a red bank barn sprang up to her right, then disappeared as she flew on in the dark. Father, help me with Sam's nightmares and fears. And even before the cell tower ahead properly materialized, she uttered the as yet unspoken desire of her heart, as tears made her vision starry. Bring us to someplace good, so we can laugh again!