Fiona Tapp is a freelance writer, pro-blogger and educator. An expert in the field of Pedagogy, a teacher of 13 years and Master’s Degree holder in Education. She writes about a variety of topics including parenting, education, feminist perspectives and personal opinion pieces. She writes articles, essays, business copywriting, education policies, Government of Canada HR documents and commercial web content. Her musings can be found on her blog at https://lullabiesanddeadlines.com and you can hire her via her website at http://www.fionatapp.com When she's not writing, she loves making playdough cars with her toddler and binge watching new TV shows with her husband. Do drop her a line, she loves to get mail!
Is it any wonder I misplace things hourly, write incomprehensible e-mails and notes to myself that even I can't decipher, and overall have become a very boring friend, especially amongst my childless crew, who look at me like I have had my brain removed? I cling to the distant hope that this is a fleeting loss of intellect. But I am starting to fear that along with the grey hairs, wobbly tummy, and crow's feet, my pudding brain might be here to stay.
Being British is an integral part of my identity. From Monty Python to EastEnders, baked beans on toast to a nice cup of tea solving all of life's woes, I am quintessentially English. And as much as I love Canadians, and moved here solely based on falling hard for one, in particular, I have no desire to become a Canadian. So it was with some trepidation that I realized shortly after the birth of my son, that this precious little man of mine, was a Canadian. At least, until he started talking.
08/18/2016 12:00 EDT
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