The Buddha at My Table: How I Found Peace in Betrayal and Divorce

Can you come sit at the table? Tammy Letherer’s husband of twelve years spoke these words on a Tuesday night, just before Christmas, after he had put their three children in bed. He had a piece of paper and two fingers of scotch in front of him. As he read from the list in his hand, his next words would shatter her world and destroy every assumption she'd ever made about love, friendship, and faithfulness.

In The Buddha at My Table, Letherer describes―in honest, sometimes painful detail―the...