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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

“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...
He was one of those big, boisterous, charming kids that you just know is going to be the big man on campus one day.  And he spotted Graham...
You are not going to win; not this time. You stole my best friend from me at the tender age of twenty-six but you will NOT steal my mother-in-law...
We all say things we don’t mean. We utter inanities like “sorry” and “no worries” and “I’m fine, how are...
The older I get, the more responsibilities I have. The more responsibilities I have, the more pressed for time I become. And so it logically...
I don’t know whether to be flattered or furious. I feel flattered because I was quoted yesterday, quite extensively I might add, in a story...
I’m pretty sure I know how it’s gonna go down. There is a knock at the door and I open it to find an impossibly stylish young woman...
Don’t throw your pearls before swine. I remember my late Irish grandmother saying that to me when I was an awkward tomboy, brimming with...
I pierced my navel thirteen years ago when I was twenty-five years old. I had just been dumped by my long-time boyfriend. I had cried off a good ten...
As far as I can tell, Graham is not destined to be a social butterfly. And that is fine, obviously. Because he’s not shy and I’m not...
It is a lovely song, far more affecting and restrained than you would expect to find on a children’s Christmas compilation from Walt Disney...
It’s no secret that maintaining some semblance of cool as I wade further into the mire of parenthood is somewhat of a priority for me. (It...

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