Staring out at the highway, I could barely keep my eyes open. Already I’d been driving for more than four hours. Now it was long past mid-night, and we still had hours to go to reach our home in a small town in the foothills of southeast California.
The thought, more reflex than prayer, jolted my consciousness for a split second. I looked over at my 16-year-old daughter, Katie, sleeping peacefully in the seat next to me. I hated to wake her. She was as exhausted as
