The Table That Forgot What It Was For

Margaret Chen's farmhouse kitchen table had been in her family for four generations. Her grandmother had kneaded bread on it. Her mother had taught six children to pray around it. Every Sunday after church, that oak table held pot roast, green beans, and the kind of conversation that knit a family together. But by the time Margaret's grandchildren were growing up, the table had disappeared under catalogues, Amazon boxes, a laptop permanently open to work emails, stacks of coupons, and three junk drawers' worth of overflow.…