Prior to Wednesday’s desecration of the U.S. Capitol, people were posting about new year’s resolutions, a practice I find both seductive and annoying in equal
Author: Mimi Chapman: Writing about the intersection of personal and professional life
Secret Ingredients
But where was the recipe? Once through the recipe box. No cookie dough. The second time I landed on the “drunken meatball” recipe, a staple at my parents’ Christmas parties, but still no cookie dough. With rising panic, I spread the box’s contents on the kitchen table. If it wasn’t there, it was gone.
Pandemic Pleasures? A Thanksgiving Virus Diary
On a rainy day, I sit in my home office with the windows open and a candle lit as my workday hums along. In my “real”
Sympathetic Ink
On October 23rd, my father would have been 100 years old. Last year for his 99th, I flew to San Antonio with a suitcase full of
A Room of My own: another Virus Diary
The first time I had my own apartment was in graduate school in Austin. I remember the feeling of organizing the space to my, and
HI Mom
After I raced to my father’s deathbed and but didn’t make it in time, my closest friend, whom I met when I was 15, brought