It's the little laughs, at silly things, that help us hang in there

“Life must go on; I forget just why,” to borrow from American poet and playwright Edna St. Vincent Millay.

I’ve never been much for melancholy, so we’re stumbling along as best we can, looking for the little laughs we covet like rainbows.

We hug a lot more than ever, even the dogs, who seem taken...