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Women of good characters

It’s the daily chats that keep us connected and our sanity in checkWoman&Home, March 2022 There’s a love letter I write every day. It’s part of an ongoing love letter, written now over almost a decade, in many parts and in many ways: in short phrases, in long tomes, sometimes recorded, sometimes with pictures andContinue reading “Women of good characters”

Posted byTanya MeesonMarch 28, 2022May 11, 2022Posted inColumns

Love, love me do

If trash-talking yourself is second nature to you, maybe it’s time to take look in the mirror Woman&Home, February 2022 If I asked you to go to a mirror right now, look yourself in the eyeballs and say: ‘I love you. I am worthy of love. I am worthy of respect. I am beautiful andContinue reading “Love, love me do”

Posted byTanya MeesonMarch 8, 2022April 4, 2022Posted inColumns

The pursuit of happiness

It’s a bumpy road, but it’s yours if you want it Woman&Home, January 2022 In the south of Turkey, on the dusty rise of a hill, lie the stone ruins of an ancient piazza. The hefty limestone blocks that lie scattered between the scrub and olive trees are notable for just one remarkable feature: they’reContinue reading “The pursuit of happiness”

Posted byTanya MeesonFebruary 1, 2022March 2, 2022Posted inColumns

Once upon a dream

Celebrations big and small mark the magic we make in the world Woman&Home SA, December 2021 This is the fantasy: A lush garden party on a warm summer’s evening, with nothing but the full moon, fire pits and candles for light. Maybe some fairy lights and colourful lanterns strung between trees. Over there, in theContinue reading “Once upon a dream”

Posted byTanya MeesonJanuary 22, 2022March 2, 2022Posted inColumns

The great out there

Sometimes looking outwards really is the only way to find some space within, says Tanya Meeson Woman&Home SA, November 2021 It is early morning, and I am sitting on the polished wooden floors of a hip, inner-city yoga studio. I am sitting cross-legged and straight-backed, eyes closed, hands resting on knees, breathing deeply. I amContinue reading “The great out there”

Posted byTanya MeesonNovember 26, 2021March 2, 2022Posted inColumns

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