One of the many things I find endearing about my husband is that he thanks me when I do the most ordinary things—roll up the socks, sort the mail, pick up the groceries I always pick up. Kale again—thank you. Some of the tasks I do for our mutual well-being are simply my part of a fair distribution of labor, part of the rhythm of shared life, not unusual gestures of kindness, simply doing my part, as he does his.... Read more