No Need to Look Underneath

The sixty-five-year-old oak table was distressed in a way that depicted use—depicted life. One leg lurched from a long-ago break, steadied now by a flat stone tucked beneath it. Burn marks, water rings, scratches, scars, and discoloration covered its surface. And yet, beneath the browns, grays, and charcoal shadows of use and misuse, a hint … Continue reading No Need to Look Underneath