JOURNAL ENTRIES

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Falling in love with boredom

After last year’s medical dramas which, thankfully, are now behind me (fingers crossed and a zillion Hail Marys to all the saints), I am…

What Mel Did - Let's name this day spring

Let’s name this day spring

My favourite season, spring, is upon us, and I get why it is often compared to youth with all its newness and budding young…

What mel Did - church flowers

May we see our children grow old

­My text this week is changed from that originally intended. Being a birthday weekend for me and my twin, there was contemplation aplenty to be had…

What Mel Did - Portrait of a Lady, Ava

Portrait of a lady

Long after one has forgotten what a woman wore, the memory of her perfume lingers. — Christian Dior I have a childhood memory of…

What Mel Did - Brick House Bread, Borough Market, London

Sincerity is subject to proof

Proofing, also known as proving, is the final rise of shaped bread dough before baking. No rise is proof of, well, no proof. Still…

WMD - A rose on any other day smells as sweet, Oasis

A rose on any day smells as sweet

After years of enduring the Saint Valentine’s Day holiday, I may finally be ready to wave the white flag and surrender. Finally listen to…

What Mel Did - Calling time on lateness

Calling time on lateness

Our adult ticks are usually rooted in childhood, like our relaxed attitude to tardiness – or not! On one of the first dates with my…

What Mel Did - Hart Fargo in goggles and muddy pool

Helping my son play truant

In the beginning it was my husband who did most of the caregiving of the children — school runs, sports days, nativity plays —…

WMD - I'm not racist, but

I’m not racist, but…

This week, an emboldened colleague was waxing non-lyrically about the rightness of jobs first for ‘British’ people – his narrative making it clear British…

What Mel Did - Inspired to fly solo

Inspired to fly solo

Another source of inspiration for me this week came via a customer at work. A nice guy, but not someone I knew well at…

What Mel Did - Apparently you can go home again

Apparently, you can go home again

This weekend I visited the village that was my marital home for nearly 20 years. Although, I certainly had no interest in actually going…

What Mel Did - Hello 2017

Come in 2017, we’ve been expecting you

During the hustle and bustle, and for the first Christmas since Bronnie died, I asked a question. What if I re-framed the experience? Wow! I’m writing this on…

What Mel Did - Word of the Year 2016

Reflecting on Word of the Year 2016

What hit my radar this week? Well, I was disappointed to learn that the word of the year, according to Dictionary.com, is ‘Xenophobia.’ The…

What Mel Did - US Elections 2016

Taking civil liberties

Although it wasn’t supposed to have gone ‘like that,’ it did at yesterday’s surprising US election 2016 result. Many shenanigans have taken place during…

What Mel Did - Giving disguised as receiving

Giving disguised as receiving

I love to gift, surprise people or give of my time where that is possible. What I’m not so shiny at is receiving gifts…

What Mel did - Empty nest and moving on

Empty nest and moving on

Today I brought a successful blog to an end. It is not something I saw coming but, as Mary Oliver says in ‘The Journey,’…

What Mel did - Cooking by osmosis

Cooking by osmosis

You add a bit of this, then a smidgen of that and, if it needs a little something extra, add some of this. Growing…

What Mel Did - Fading white roses

You don’t bring me flowers

Now that he’s gone, I do find it hard to receive flowers from anyone else. Before we married, Bronnie used to send me flowers. It…

What Mel did - A matter of time

A matter of time

By about Tuesday, I see visions of a weekend laid out before me like the whitest of 5-star hotel bed linen. Hello, my name…

What Mel Did - On life and lemons

On life and lemons

It is dangerous to believe we’ve had our share of an ill-wind. That misfortune should stay awhile but then move on and go find someone else. That…