Coffee and me: A not-so-storybook marriage

This column originally appeared in the Chicago Tribune June 26, 2018 Coffee and I fall in love, and break up, more than The Bachelor contestants. Each time I vow to flee forever from sweet-smelling, teeth-staining, breath-worsening joe, something pulls me back in. These separations have lasted for durations ranging from two weeks to five years. I’m currently…