Cheryl McKay

Daisy longs to shine as the angel in the town’s Christmas parade. But once again, her sister gets the wings, and Daisy is left with scratchy burlap as Shepherd #3—alongside her wiggly cat Socks.

Daisy didn’t mean to break Grandpa’s special purple plates, playing with Socks in the Potter’s shop. But one small mistake leads to a big crash—and an even bigger mess of guilt. As tears fall and Daisy hides away, she fears nothing can ever fix what’s been ruined.

Tucked away on Peppertree Lane, a Potter spins his wheel and shapes a tiny bowl who wonders why she doesn’t shine like the others. From her very first spin on the wheel, Little Bowl feels different. Not colorful. Not shiny. Not special. But the Potter isn’t finished yet.

Cheryl McKay pulls no punches about what it's really like to be single, with your age creeping up, and no end in sight to the wait for love and marriage....