What Mel Did
Melinda with teal cup coffee, IMG_6781

Dating: A Middle-Aged Widow’s Open Letter To The Man Who Thinks He Wants To Date Her

What Mel Did, London office block

In Plain Sight

My inbox this morning is overrun with organisations advocating for black lives; pledging to be there for black mothers, black children, black businesses; for me. These pledges are not unlike those which flooded my inbox...

What Mel Did - Why Don't You Love Me Podcast, Hart and Ciara

First Things First: Why Don’t You Love Me?

My son Hart and his bestie Ciara have a poignant and hilarious podcast called ‘Why Don’t You Love Me?’ “A weekly deep dive into the nooks and crannies of sex and relationships. Talking through the ups, the downs, and...

What Mel Did - Sydney, Australia, ferry with MCF, BHFIII

Why Am I Telling You This Story, Again?

Lately, me, colleagues and friends, all peers, begin a riotous, sad, pathetic, funny or otherwise tale. We will then typically stop our narration to ask: “Why am I telling you this story, again?” And sometimes, not only...

We Make Plans And The Universe Says “Bog Off”

There are two kinds of people: 1) those who believe everything happens for a reason; and 2) those who stare very hard at people who believe everything happens for a reason. I straddled both groups recently. Days before...

What Mel Did - two little black girls

When I Grow Up

When I was at school, I wanted to be an actress. This was in the years before we stopped grouping these creatives into male and female gender types recognising them now only as ‘Actors.’ (Or ‘Act-tours,’ dahling.)...