My book The Sunday Potluck Club deals with themes of loss, grief, anxiety, and working to push through to the other side.
Ultimately, that's what we're all doing now.
Maybe I can't make things better for you, but I can let you know that you're not alone. Sometimes hardship is easier to endure when you know others are facing the same obstacles, that we are all working to push through to the other side, and we can celebrate together once we've done just that.
That's what The Sunday Potluck Club is all about. Pushing through and surviving. Emerging stronger than ever before. And celebrating.
I hope you'll enjoy the early look that I've shared at the bottom of this email, but more than anything I hope you are keeping hope alive, no matter how bleak world events may seem. You are all in my prayers, and I can't wait to see you strong, happy, and healthy on the other side.
The Sunday Potluck Club
New friends can be found in unexpected places. For Bridget and Amy, that place was the cancer ward of an Anchorage hospital. Now, as each struggles to overcome loss, they lean on each other for support—sharing suppers, laughter and tears.
Bridget and Amy aren’t about to let hardship knock them down—Bridget plans to return to her veterinarian school studies, Amy to her position as a second-grade teacher—but neither feels quite ready. And so the Sunday Potluck Club is born, a way for Bridget, Amy, and other women who have lost a loved one to find solace and understanding. Savoring favorite dishes while sharing memories and the comfort of connection, the members of the Sunday Potluck Club nourish body and soul.
As weeks go by and the group grows in unforeseen ways, both Bridget and Amy are inspired to find greater purpose. Amy reaches out to a student whose father bravely faces his own struggle. Bridget volunteers at the local animal shelter, rehabilitating dogs whose unconditional love will bring others a chance to heal. And with the help of two special men, Bridget and Amy are realizing that there’s always room at the table for love and rekindled joy . . .
