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Don Mills Diva

Kelly Graham-Scherer, aka the <a href="http://www.donmillsdiva.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><b>Don Mills Diva</b></a>, writes from Don Mills, a family-friendly enclave of Toronto where she ponders parenting, aging and whether the retreat of cool is inevitable. She works full time as an administrator in Toronto&rsquo;s film and television industry and shares parenting duties of her two-year-old son Graham with her husband Rob, a film technician. Born and bred in a small, northern town she learned to fly float planes at her father&rsquo;s knee and strives to find a balance between her rural roots and her big-city lifestyle. Don Mills Diva was launched in August of 2007 and quickly gained a loyal following, resulting in it being short-listed for two Canadian Blog Awards in 2007. Kelly also writes the style column Shooting for Hip at mommyblogstoronto. For more information, please visit <a href="http://www.donmillsdiva.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><b>donmillsdiva.blogspot.com</b></a>

Stories by Don Mills Diva

The call from the school where my son has just started junior kindergarten came on Monday, barely an hour after I had settled into a busy day at...
My three- and a half-year-old son is in love. Graham is in love with a much older “woman” who every evening rules the playground just...
Three weeks later, her words are still with me, roiling through my gut like pesky, intestinal gnats; not exactly painful but just galling and...
When I was a child summer lasted forever. Summer was a kingdom onto itself where I was the queen and each endless day was tailor- made for my...
Graham does not appreciate a damn thing I do for him. He doesn’t appreciate that most days I spend my lunch hours running errands so I can...
As much as I might proclaim myself a diva, I’ve never actually been the kinda girl to spend a lot of money on the accoutrements of beauty...
Until yesterday, Graham had never expressed any actual sadness about the death of his beloved Oma. For months now he has asked me repeatedly,...
It appears, God help me, that I am in exactly the situation that I swore I would never, ever be in. After avoiding it for as long as I thought I...
Despite my recent assertions to the contrary, had you been in the parking lot of my local supermarket last night you would most certainly have...
At the risk of appearing terribly outdated and completely out of step with what the media has apparently identified as the latest trend sweeping the...
We sold our house on Saturday night. And it was a relief, to say the least, because we had already finalized the purchase of a different house on...
“I’d like to talk to Graham about God and Heaven,” Graham’s babysitter said last week. She is a dear family friend and was my...
I have been trying out a new early-reading program with Graham the last few days, teaching him language skills that I hope will one day benefit him...
I blame the haircut. Graham had one—a haircut—just last weekend and once again I’ll be damned if he didn’t age before my...
I don’t like how people look at Graham these days. They used to smile indulgently, but now I see trepidation in their eyes. They used to coo...

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