Chris Erskine: 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 by surprise at our sudden neediness. The wolf, in particular, isn't used to a lot of hugging. When I wrap my arms around her, kiss her
