{"product_id":"tuesday-night-miracles-isbn-9780553384765","title":"Tuesday Night Miracles","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this poignant and transformative novel, bestselling author Kris Radish weaves a tale of five women yearning for change—and the potential for happiness that lies within every heart. \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFree-spirited psychologist Dr. Olivia Bayer suspects she’ll need a miracle to help the four wildly different women in her anger management class. Grace, a single working mother, can barely find a moment’s rest. Jane, a high-profile real estate agent, is struggling in the recession. Kit, in her fifties, has had it with her taunting older brothers. And Leah, a young mother of two, is starting over after ending a troubled relationship. All have reached a crossroads, and Dr. Bayer has an unconventional plan to steer them on the right track. As the class gets taken everywhere from a bowling alley to a shooting range, the women’s Tuesday meetings transform from tense, reluctant gatherings into richly rewarding experiments in female bonding. As Grace, Jane, Kit, and Leah open up—revealing secrets, swapping stories, and recovering long-lost dreams—old wounds begin to heal, new friendships are forged, and miracles manifest in the most surprising ways.\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eTuesday Night Miracles\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Radish delves into the hearts of four women in her latest novel and uncovers the feelings, insecurities and hidden hurts. Full of strong, complex characters, this story is riveting.\" --\u003ci\u003eRomantic Times\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Reader alert: This is the kind of book you'd better commit to read if you start it, because you probably won't be able to put it down.\" --\u003ci\u003eHuntington News\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Radish employs wry humor with a light touch here, and she includes details that are believable and tantalizingly possible. These things kept me reading and they kept me loving this novel. . . \u003ci\u003eTuesday Night Miracles\u003c\/i\u003e is dynamite.\" --\u003ci\u003eWashington Blade\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003c\/i\u003eNot since \u003ci\u003eHow To Make An American Quilt\u003c\/i\u003e by Whitney Otto have I been so interested in a group of women and their stories\u003ci\u003e.\" --Girlfriends Book Club\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003c\/i\u003eThe characters take on many important issues, such as domestic violence, empty nests, family secrets, self-growth and forgiveness. The resolutions of each of their stories, including Dr. Bayer’s, are satisfying as was \u003ci\u003eTuesday Night Miracles. --Destin.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for Kris Radish\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Kris Radish creates characters that seek and then celebrate the discovery of . . . women’s innate power.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Denver Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“An inspiring story for fans of Rebecca Wells and anyone with a strong woman in her or his life.”\u003ci\u003e—Booklist, \u003c\/i\u003eon\u003ci\u003e Hearts on a String\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Radish unrolls a rollicking yet reflective read that adds to her robust repertoire of beloved fiction. . . . What’s a reader to do but relish the ride.”\u003ci\u003e—BookPage, \u003c\/i\u003eon\u003ci\u003e Searching for Paradise in Parker, PA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003c\/i\u003eRadish exhibits a deep understanding of and compassion for women who opt for fight rather than flight in tough situations. She does not trivialize them, their crimes, or the painful process of recovery; she has a keen eye for the good and bad in female relationships…Will resonate for many readers.” --Publishers Weekly\u003cb\u003eKris Radish\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of \u003ci\u003eHearts on a String, The Shortest Distance Between Two Women, Searching for Paradise in Parker, PA, The Sunday List of Dreams, Annie Freeman’s Fabulous Traveling Funeral, Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn, \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Elegant Gathering of White Snows\u003c\/i\u003e. She lives in Florida.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTruth or Consequences\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe three manila files on Olivia’s dining-­room table have been opened and closed so many times that the edges are stained with coffee, several varieties of pasta sauce, more than a few red-­wine streaks, and the dark imprints of each one of her tiny fingers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore she grabs them this time she brushes her hands along her well-­worn navy bathrobe, leaving a long white trail of pretzel salt down both sides. When she glances at herself in the hall mirror on the way to her favorite living-­room chair, she laughs out loud, because the dark bathrobe that grazes her ankles and leaves her large white fluffy slippers exposed makes her look like a human-­size blue penguin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf Olivia Bayer could change one thing about herself, even this late in the game, it would be her stumpy legs. Forget about the bad knee, her inability to qualify for LASIK eye surgery, or the twenty other physical tragedies that manifest themselves pretty much 24\/7. She wants gams long enough to let her reach the top shelf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTonight the top shelf is the least of her worries. Olivia hasn’t even met the three women whose words are waiting for her inside the thin files, but she has a veteran’s suspicion that this is not going to be a walk in the park. A naked run through a land-­mined street is more like it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Come on, Phyllis,” she says to the gorgeous tan cocker spaniel sitting in the doorway. Phyllis would follow her mistress to the ends of the earth—­and she does. “We’ve got work to do.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe grabs the silver half-­glasses that are held together by three rubber bands, pulls down the reading light above her head, turns it on, takes a breath to steady her thoughts, and picks up the first file:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s not like this happens every day. I’m sorry, okay? What gets me angry is people who don’t do what in the hell they say they’re going to do. Waiting for someone else to do something. Crooked lines that should be straight. I don’t have much time in my life to sit down and think about things like this. Obviously I’m also mad at the economy or this would never have happened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGood Lord.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Olivia moves to the next file, she reaches down and runs her palm across Phyllis’s calm back. The three pieces of paper inside are written in handwriting so large and bold, and with a hand that pressed so hard, she sees holes when she holds the pages up to the light:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’m really pissed at my mother, for starters. Why now? It doesn’t take a genius to know my brothers make me furious, and if there is a step beyond furious they push me there, too. Cheapskates. Deadlines. Empty wine bottles. The Vietnam War. Is this the kind of thing you mean?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia can’t bring herself to move beyond page one in this file. She almost fears the file might rise up and slap the living hell out of her all by itself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe third file, the last file, has been her favorite since the beginning of this interesting mess. When she’s not in her bathrobe, Olivia calls the mess “a challenge,” but here, in her home, it’s a mess. At least this file, with its five pages of lovely cursive writing, offers a glimmer of hope. Either that or the writer has this kind of exercise already figured out:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e. . . so maybe it’s just that sometimes you simply forget and go too far. You know? Whoever you are, I bet you know—­especially if you’re a woman. But that’s avoiding the question. I get that. So: Loud music, obviously. Men who cheat. Fad diets. Those things get me angry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis isn’t bad for starters. Olivia quickly reads through the other pages again until she comes to something she must have missed. How could this be? Is she reading this correctly or does she need new glasses again? Is all hope lost?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e. . . that doesn’t give people younger than us the right to disobey us, to cross the lines we have drawn, to disrespect our generation. Sometimes these things work both ways. Sometimes someone has to make a stand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe drops the third file into her lap with the other two and then pushes them all to the floor. She watches as they land on top of one another like large playing cards.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia’s done this so many times it would be impossible for her to count. Years and years of files. Years and years of the faces and then the blinding reality of the failures mixed in with the successes—­sometimes too few successes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd now this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese three files and these three women and this chance—­one last chance to take a moment, a series of moments, perhaps a lifetime of moments, and create a miracle. How many miracles are left? How many more times can Olivia risk it before her own miracle card expires? She thinks about all the years of white lies when she gave someone an extra chance, tried something no one had ever thought of trying before, scorched her own heart yet again when her professional skills came so close to crossing the boundary—­a boundary that these three women in the files have obviously crossed. Is it even possible for a person to bring one kind of life to an end and finally start out in a new direction?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf only she knew the answers to her own questions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia hesitates before she touches the files again, and she makes what every colleague would call a rash decision. Maybe it’s time. Maybe it’s way past time. Retirement is waving its frightening hands in front of her face, and Dr. Olivia Bayer so wants to open up her secret bag of tricks and do something she has always dreamed of doing. This could be her last chance. But can she take that chance and make a real difference in the lives of these women? These women have been pushed over the edge, and what woman hasn’t been pushed over the edge the way they have? She’s already in trouble, and this pile of folders is like a blinking neon sign that is screaming, “Danger . . . danger!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen she bends down and randomly grabs the file with the blue dot on it. The blue dot and, yes, the red one and the green one, too, will have a name and a face tomorrow night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe opens the file and her eyes land on the last paragraph. The blue dot is the smallest file, the one that has but a single page of writing, and she seizes one sentence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s not like I even have a choice.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Me, either,” she whispers to Phyllis, and then closes her eyes. 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