Articles by Tia Everitt
Tia can be found lurking in the heart of deepest, darkest suburban Vancouver. She is a consummate child herder, husband wrangler, caffeine junkie, mouth-frothing political enthusiast and foodie. She remains in total denial about turning 32.
Occasionally, innocent bystanders are sucked into ill-advised conversations with me. From time to time, they will even try to get a word in edgewise. Risking being trapped in a never-ending loop of animated hand swinging …
Earlier this morning, the kids and I went to a play-date down the street. After a few too many coffees, the discussion turned to one of the less celebrated milestones of a mother’s parenting career: …
I’m not a big fan of being pregnant.
At all.
I keep running into people who say they loved every second of it, and I can’t help but wonder if they are:
a) liars
b) deluded and forgot what …
Dear Rhubarb,
You are a most delicious plant.
I’ve spent years trying to creatively use your tart-sweetness in my baking. Every summer I stuff pies, cakes, muffins and crisps chock-full your pink fleshed goodness. I can’t get …
Several years ago, I was a part of a mommy/baby running club. We would meet several times a week to trail run with our tots in strollers, and reward ourselves with a massive coffee infusion …
One of the wonderful bonuses of living in a major agricultural region is the easy access to inexpensive, plentiful and varied produce. My town is absolutely bursting at the seams with a critical mass of …
Little children are filthy harbingers of disease. They are constantly leaking something from one orifice or another, and deposit their secretions on everything they come in contact with, showing wanton disregard for hygiene and manners. …
From time to time, the urge to do something “crafty” with my hands creeps up on me. This is never, as Martha Stewart would say, a Good Thing. Very few of the projects I’ve indulged …
I am not a breakfast person.
My entire life has been fraught with morning meal related anxiety and tension. As a child, I would fight with my mother every time she put food in front …
After you’ve run the baby/parenting gauntlet for a few years, not much in the way of strange and useless baby gear surprises you any more. There is gear for every possible permutation of parent, baby …


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