I’ve always been ahead of my time when it comes to writing. 

And it has always made people mad.  

Or maybe jealous, I’m not sure.  

To wit, I was a13-year-old eight grader when I became the youngest-ever columnist at the Haliburton County Echo. I earned 25 cents per column inch writing the Norland Natter and covering the events, news and gossip in the small village where I lived. 

And kids used to tease me.  

“Nooorlaand Naaatter” I remember one boy in particular chanting. “You think you’re sooo special writing the Nooorland Naaatter!” 

I didn’t care.  

He didn’t get it. I knew that writing in a real newspaper was an accomplishment, something of which to be proud. Something that one day I was going to be glad I got in on early. 

And besides, he was just a big bully. 

These days I write a blog that I like to think of as a lifestyle column. It’s called Don Mills Diva and I write it on the internet. 

And the big bullies are still there, tearing me down for having the audacity to think of myself or my writing as sooo special.

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