Don Mills Diva

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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

There’s a big wild, world just outside our backyard. There are trees, woodland animals, and hollow logs inside which captivating creatures...
She wore a hijab, a scarf around her neck, a baggy sweater, and a long, black skirt. She smiled at me with pretty brown eyes as Graham and I...
Would you rather be a happy simple-minded person or tortured genius? This question was asked of me a few weeks ago by one of those cheery, spammy...
Like most parents, I love it when someone compliments my son. And I won’t lie; the very best kind of compliments are the kind that make...
Oh look, a kindergarten student has been expelled for showing up to school with a Mohawk. Is it just me or is it pretty much a daily occurrence...
Our waitress couldn’t have been more than nine-teen-years-old. Kim and I were at the least objectionable of the three licensed restaurants...
We were playing in the bath, Graham and I, when he very deliberately pointed at my breast. Whassat? I hesitated for only a second. That’s...
I read something last week that made me cry. Something that brought back the fear—the cold, cold fear—that Rob and I faced the first few...
Motherhood is not for wimps. And aging is not for sissies. Or something like that. You know what I mean. We’ve all heard variations of this...

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