Looking for happiness

Every day I go to the coffee shop looking for happiness. Some days I order an iced Americano with caramel, and other days I order a mocha. Hot. With almond milk. Yes, I’ll take whip. It makes me happy right away, but then I feel regret. So much sugar in the morning is bad for …

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Thinking of Mary

Yesterday when I passed exit 100 off of Interstate 29, halfway between Fargo and Grand Forks, I remembered why I often think of Mary there. I had forgotten why, and I had also forgotten her last name. The exit is for Mayville, a town I visited at least once in my life, and a smaller …

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